Looking back: Incarceration in France

That is the feeling I had as we wandered the streets of the beautiful city for the last time. The amount of words coming out of people's mouths was fascinating, as I pondered what in the world they were talking about. It was not a good feeling, being unable to communicate, being left in the dark...especially when those that were talking to me wore such grim expressions. But, having moved on, I choose to remember the good of Paris. So that is what I would like to share with you in the following pictures.

Notre Dame Cathedral:

We attended a service with some hymn sing in French.

Behind the cathedral was a beautiful little park, where we broke out our lunch.

(Grandma - there were beautiful roses EVERYWHERE!! Made me think of you often :)

Had the birds eating right out of our hands!!

I suppose this is what we looked like quite often, but....

...we sure had our fun as well!! :)

And on that happy note, i suppose I shall leave you for now. Although I cannot stop myself with putting up one last beauty.

Eiffel Tower at night, moon in background, and in the forefront, people who didn't listen when their mothers told them not to play with fire. Neat show!