I thought the highlight of the day would be the Berte Morisot exhibit, but no, it was when Stefan found a Bulgari bracelet in front of Notre Dame.
Or it was when Peter nearly kicked the guy who wouldn't get his feet out of this photo we were trying to take at the star in the very center of Paris. That's why Peter only has one foot in the photo--he was donkey-kicking a guy with the other foot. Also, since when do people put coins in the star?
Grammie walked an insole out her shoe. I think that's proof that we've sufficiently dragged her around Paris. More proof:
Camille and I got lost, but since then (read: wine) I've concluded that an hour lost in the 4th arrondissment is better than knowing where you are for days in some places.
The highlight tomorrow is suppose to be the trip to the Eiffel tower for the boat ride on the Seine, but we'll see.