After perusing the local markets on my own early this morning, we got down to business (well Kim did – she's the only one who can speak the lingo) at the Paris Baby Show. While she did her thing, Jeff & I took a look at the other vendors but were quickly distracted by the food available. Trade Shows in the US are well known for their rubbish food so this was a very pleasant surprise.
We bade farewell to the lovely Helen, our French distributor…
…and jumped on the Metro to get to Le Louvre for some culture.
On the way we saw this ad for the much anticipated Hunger Games. Kim and Fynn can't wait to see it.
We happily discovered a very short line to get in to Le Louvre.
Inside we marveled at Venus de Milo, aka Aphrodite.
The place is absolutely enormous.
And then we met Leonardo Di Vinci's Mona Lisa, painted in 1503. It was amazing to just sit and look at every part of the painting.
The view from Le Louvre was also a site to behold.
We left via the Metro and noticed some unique signage and the world's most uncomfortable chairs (LHS: Spanish Inquisition inspired).
On the train, we were entertained by an Accordionist.
And then we hit the cheese and red wine one last time before heading out to the airport.
That would have been the logical end to our weekend in Paris but alas no. We took off for Manchester and about half way through the flight the Captain did U-turn and we headed back to Paris due to engine trouble. Once there, we simply left one plane and headed for a better looking one next door. All up about a 2 hour delay and we sadly missed dinner all together. But given the weekend's consumption, it probably wasn't a bad thing.
From my seat in the dud plane, a photo of the one that actually got us to Manchester.
Night Mum.
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