My vacation in Paris is coming to an end, and I am quite sad
about that. I have spent the week eating
just about everything this city has to offer – I cannot tell you the number of
baguettes I have scarfed down. No
worries though, I am pretty sure we walked about 500 miles every day. No, I am
not
exaggerating. (Ok, maybe just a
little). Even though we only had 8 days,
we managed to pack quite a lot in, which you can check out in pictures below. However, this blog post wouldn’t be complete
without a few funny tales…
The first
night we were in Paris, we went out to dinner to a restaurant called Rino
(delicious by the way!). We had to take
a cab there, so our hotel called us a minivan.
We told the driver where to take us, and she started driving down the
Champs. There was a ton of traffic and we weren’t moving at all. Our driver suddenly started to frantically
take off her coat and say, “I’m so sorry.
I’m so sorry.” We all tilted our
heads a little and stared at her - I thought she was just having a hot flash or
something. She continued to say, “I’m so
sorry, I’m so sorry.” Then she further
explained and said, “I’m sorry. I get
panic attacks in traffic.”
We all
looked at each other with our eyebrows raised and mouthed to each other, “Then
why are you a cab driver?” I,
unfortunately, laugh in uncomfortable situations. I was trying so hard not to laugh, but failed
miserably and was snorting into my arm.
My mom almost started laughing because I was laughing and kept saying,
“Will someone please stop her?”
Fortunately, I think our cab driver was so paralyzed by her panic
attack, she didn’t notice my fit of laughter.
After five minutes, she calmed down and put her coat back on like
nothing happened. You could not get us
out of that cab fast enough.
We went to Normandy on the 27th, which was really great, but so cold. We took the train there and back, but the train back was torture. In our car, and in our car only, there was a high pitch buzzing sound coming from the speaker. When we slowed down, the buzzing would get quieter, but it would be ear piercing as we sped up. Robyn said it was like we were in Guantanamo Bay, and my mom wondered if it could cause seizures. I put in my headphones, but it didn't do much to help the sound. Thirty minutes before we arrived back in Paris, the conductor came into our car and it immediately shut off. Of course.
Today we
went to Sacré Coeur, and I think my mom found a new boyfriend (or
two). While my sister, dad and I went
into the church, my mom and grandma waited outside on the steps. A group of men from India, who were in their
20’s, came up to my mom and asked her to take a picture. She assumed they wanted her to take a picture
of the group, so she went to take their camera.
One of the guys said, “No, I want to take a picture with you.”
My mom
replied, “With me?”
“Yes, with
you. You are so beautiful.”
My mom just
laughed and then complied. She put her
arm around him and took the photo with the guy, and then his friend said, “Now
me too!” So, my mom took another
photo.
Afterward,
one of the guys said, “You are so beautiful.
Are you from the UK?”
My mom
said, “No, I am from the US.”
“Oh I have
always wanted to go to the US.”
“Well, if
you are there, give me a call!”
He said
excitedly, “Oh, yes! I will look you up.”
My mom
laughed and replied, “Yes, you do that!”
“Ok! I will
find you on Facebook.”
Unfortunately
for him, my mom does not have a Facebook.
Oh well. Now we have taken to
calling my mom Mrs. Robinson.
The rest of
our trip will be explained in photos. Enjoy!
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Grandma with her favorite grandkids (Ya, that's right Heather and Jane!) |
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Santa! I know him |
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Lovin' life |
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There were a lot of photos taken while we waited for my grandma.... |
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Wanted to change it up with the doorman |
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Christmas Market on the Champs |
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Ahhh, how cute |
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Taking a breather |
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Les Invalides |
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Awesome candid |
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My grandma and mother have a hard time looking at the camera and smiling... |
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Napoleon's Tomb |
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This just seems a little over the top for such a small dude |
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Me the whole trip |
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Notre Dame |
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Hotel Courtyard |
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Churros for breakfast? Yes, please! |
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All gone :( |
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My mom made us do this! |
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Ya, I saw her. I guess she's like famous or something? |
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Louvre |
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Top of the Eiffel Tower on Christmas morning |
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Sisterly love...sometimes |
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Santa's motorcade |
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Our Hotel - Hotel Lancaster |
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Rodin |
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Dante's Inferno |
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I think this should be a postcard |
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Train ride to Normandy |
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Someone kept farting, these were our masks |
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Get us off! Or give us a hazmat suit |
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Omaha Beach |
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Memorial |
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I have never been so cold |
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Family photo by the bunker |
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Church where a parachuter got stuck |
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The whole group - our new friend's Vin & Katie on the left and our tour guide Olivier on the right |
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SO COLD! |
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Church that was dedicated to two medics after WWII |
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Most phallic memorial I have ever seen |
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This man kept staring at Robyn and me the whole train ride back. Nice outfit dude. |
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Sacré Coeur |
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Sausage in a baguette - thank you, please |
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Ridin' on the Metro... |
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