La Nonette Hotel Orry La Ville Chantilly

... to build up to, I got sick shortly after arriving in Krasnoyarsk! Ah the Eiffel Tower at 8:30am! How Trocadero looks different at a different hour of the day! This time let's look at the pretty clouds coming in! Paris has been a big tease the past 2-3 days, you wake up and walk to the metro, the sky is a bright gray, there are a few clouds...the sunlight is beaming through, so you think the day is going to be a beautiful one, but then you step off the metro, walk up to your exit ...

... only thing in my entire wardrobe not made in China. On the way to dinner they decided to torture us by making us climb about 700 stairs. And this point I laughed, a lot, at all the girls in heels even though they'd been forewarned about stairs and cobblestones. At the top we saw the Sacré Cœur, which was another church but you weren't allowed to photograph inside. Because I now had some euros and it was a beautiful spot, I lit a candle for Natasha. Dinner was at a little ...

... addicted to - I love especially when I can feel the caffeine flowing through my veins !). The wait was a modest hour and a half , but it was worth it. Inside, the French demonstrated their taste for black humor with interesting structures and artistic designs made out of the bones dug up from cemeteries around Paris. The catacombs were constructed because cemeteries were everywhere (thanks, of course, to the indiscretion of the French Revolution) and were quickly ...

... skills sucks!! We got up the next morning and I took it to myself. I hit the Eiffel tower because I hadn't been up it yet and really wanted to do it!! When I got there I realized that today wasn't going to be the day either!! The line was about 3 hour wait and I had to meet Cass and Matt in 2 and a half hours. Another day for sure though. Took a whole bunch of pics and I headed over to the Arc de Triomphe. The Arc was cool but I stood and watched the traffic in ...

... stop, waited for an hour for the bus to get back to us, we must have just missed it coming back... we made our way back to the train station found the RER A took it back to Paris, then got on the 6 then the 8 to Ecole Militaire. An interesting example of how nice people were to us and how God prepared the way for His hapless travelers: At the RER Charles De Gaule Etoile station, there was no one to buy our tickets out to St. Germain en Laye from. We ...

... Degas ballerina sculpture and paintings, etc.). Held back and decided to come back tomorrow. I've been waiting eight years to see the Musee d'Orangerie since when I came in 2001, it was closed for refurbishment. I can still picture the moment when I saw the "ferme" sign. I was devastated. So, I was really, really excited to finally make it there. Well, they also were closed. There were "ferme" signed taped on the doors, but staff was still inside. I'm doomed! I have to figure ...

Here is my second lot of pictures! They include pictures from the circuses I went to with my drawing class, sightseeing by the Seine, Notre Dame, the flower markets, our trip to Van Gogh's home and grave where is buried, the flea markets, and the Pompidou Centre.

... is stamped with a train picture and Paris on it. We got a night bus tour because we came in late and we got to see the city at night. Gorgeous. Simply gorgeous. I fell in love instantly. The Eiffel Tower was sparkling. Our hotel was quintessentially french. Tiny and cute and far from the center of Paris. Breakfast was included, an assortment of croissants and pain du chocolat, little french yogurts and cold ...

... under the eiffel tower, cheap red wine and bordeaux wine to warm myself up, talks with mom and oh yaa, excessive "cock blocking"....oh fun drunken times. we stayed in a nice studio apt off the champs elysees...near the house of Louis Vuitton!

... around five in the afternoon. Ah... another Boulevarde Voltaire and... voila! My hotel. I enter. Yes, they got my pre-paid reservation! Merci to the folks at travelocity. "J'ai une reservation," I say, handing the sheet over. And my reply back is indecipherable. Seeing this, the doorman says, "Anglais?" and I shake my head. Suddenly he shifts to perfect English with only a hint of an accent. Anyway, I must get my passport info, etc. to put down and a bunch of change falls ...