Tapas to Tajine : Three Countries, Two Continents, One Sydney

As a reward for hanging in there for this journey we asked Sydney where she wanted to go in Paris and she said Paris Disneyland. Well not all dreams can come true… We asked where else and the top of the Eiffel Tower was next. So off we went and in spite of long lines we moved to the top with remarkable efficiency. We even walked part of the way down, from second to the first level giving us views of the tower we did not have in past visits. I have been conducting a photo study of the Tower over three visits now and was able to add many new photos.

After the Tower we walked over to Tuileries so Sydney could do a few more rides at La Fête Foraine. She has really hung in there through this trip so a few more kids rides would not hurt. Then it was off to Notre Dame for Kim. This time a mass was in progress when we arrived so we were able to hear the organ and experience of what the cathedral could do. Very nice.

After dinner at L’Atlas we decided to get back to the hotel pack and get to bed early since we were facing an early departure to CDG. Well that was the plan, we ended up staying very late people watching with wine. Our room had a great view of Rue de Buci which stays busy very late. Just before bed we saw a black and white French Cinema short movie that topped the day. No dialog, went something like this: A woman is trapped in an apartment in which the ceiling is coming down slowly crushing everything underneath. She running all over the apartment trying various ways out, all failing and screaming the entire time. The doors and windows do not open, phone does not work. In dramatic fashion she puts her fist through the window but she is too high to jump. Now running back into the apartment she tries to find things to provide support to stop the ceiling, nothing works. Finally there is only a few feet left and with the ceiling just above her she starts clawing at it. Managing to create a hole she stands up only to find herself in the middle of a busy road. She is still screaming when she is hit by a truck. Fin. I have not laughed that hard since I saw ‘Erin Brockovich’ which for some reason I found funny the first time I saw it. It was a good way to cap our stay in Paris.

And like that this particular trip is over. Thanks to the hard work of Nancy at Ladera Travel we were up in the hump of the 747 for the trip home which passed remarkably fast. I am still waiting for the day when I burnout on these long haul trips but obviously this was not the one.

I will be doing one more post in a day or so with some points on travel to Morocco for those who plan to go.