Residence Lord Byron
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... we were not going to walk the couple of hundred steps up to Sacre Coeur but catch the funicular railway up instead (conserve our energy). Asians can be so rude, one pushed in front of us and about 10 other people while we were waiting to buy our ticket!! The view from the top was OK as it was very smoky. Not good for outside photography!!!
Sacre Couer was amazing and after the Church ...
... and enjoy our lunch feast. Mitch initially very stylish with his oar skills (while I had the GoPro recording), but then as we approached the island a low hanging branch required us to duck. Mitch (facing backwards to row) ducked backwards – and fell backwards in the boat with legs akimbo. Not so stylish, but elicited hysterical laughter from myself. Why oh why did I stop the GoPro at such an opportune time? Mitch righted himself (with wet bottom from ...
... s always one, usually me. She hooks up with Tyler, then a random, then tries with me and, just constantly for Ganzer. Chrissy is having the time of her life with a local in the seated area, eventually we all leave, I don't know how but Ganzer and myself are stuck with babysitting duties, expecting to get Maleesa home quietly is like expecting to force a cat into a swimming pool without having your forearms scratched to bits. Not helped by the fact we don't even know where our hotel ...
... but pushed himself on, he came out with a smile from ear to ear - he had a ball, as did we all.
Next was the Aerosmith coaster, with Emerson tall enough to ride it she was pretty excited right up until she asked the castmember if there was a loop the loop, that was it, she made a b-line for the exit queue and consoled herself with a go on the slinky spinner thing.
Finally time for some feet up we headed to ...
... I saw a dress in there I'd like. At this point, my feet are ridiculous. The blisters on the bottom of my feet are starting to blister. My toes appear to be growing extra toes. I can barely walk, is what I'm saying. I've spent a fortune in band aids at this point, and I'm about to run out again. I make it back to the park by the Seine, now telling anyone who asks that I don't actually speak English because it's exhausting how many times people try to scam me. ...