The last mango in Paris

So sad. it's our last night in paris. what a wonderful city. we've been here a week and there's still plenty to do. we both love it here.

today, we went to the louvre and saw all the masterpieces. that place is so huge, it has 12 miles of galleries. no joke. it takes up blocks of the city. hard to imagine that was a residence of kings at one point. how long would it take to sweep the floors???

after the louvre, we climbed to the top of notre dame. we finally had nice weather, so the view was great. we got up-close and personal with the gargoyles, a bell named emanuelle, and the roost of quasimodo. it was 422 circular stairs, but this was a breeze compared to the vatican, where the walls curved in on you.

on to montmartre after that. the place where renoir, van gogh, and many of the master impressionists brooded and became inspired through wine, women and song. the famous moulon rouge (means red windmill) was just down the hill, but we didn't go. primarily because it would have meant walking back up the hill.

we had a delectible dinner tonight on a typically paris veranda. a huge, ancient wisteria grew over the eating area and a bass violin player set up just across the street. it was so typically paris, it was almost cliche. but i don't care. the wine was the best i've ever had and the waiter actually had a sense of humor. good times.

now we're heading back to the apartment to pack. again, so sad.

see you soon. we took 18 rolls of film. don't worry, we won't make you look at all of them.

au voir!