Ok, today we were on the go for 12 hours, so I have a lot to say.

The day started off with AnneMarie's slip ending up around her ankles as we got off the metro. This is quite a sight during rush hour. Rather than throw the damn thing away, she faught with it all day and stuffed it in her waistband. The slip finally gave up and has been retired. I won't mention the issue with her socks - I will let her tell you.

Our first stop today was the Grand Palais, which is a building I love, but now I'm so pissed I may never look at it again. There was an exhibit in there that was a huge (like 100' long and 40' feet high) series of three black rubber balls that you enter through a dark passage (intended to symbolize birth) that looks like a huge nipple from the inside and like a black man's ass from the outside. And you couldn't touch it. And we paid 5E to "experience" this shit!

Thankfully the Petit Palais was much better, with a lovely garden, paintings, and sculptures. And it was free! That pissed me off for paying for the Grant Palais all over again. Then on to the Arc d'Triomphe. It is really huge, so high that I decided to pass on going to the top this time. Then we decided spur of the moment to max out our museum pass by going to a beautiful old mansion that was built by a Jewish banker who lost most of his family at Auschwitz. So sad... It is clear that the owner of our apartment modeled our living room after the one in this mansion because a picture of it hangs in our kitchen.

We decided to go to a perfumerie to see if we could get some custom perfume made, but she was closed for another 15 minutes, so we sat on a bench down the street to wait. We were sitting right in front of the Lithuanian embassy and there were security guys and cars with flashing list all over the place, clearly preparing for something. Finally, the ambassador, several soldiers, and a couple women came out and were quickly hustled into the cars and driven away. Taking a picture seemed like a bad idea given all of the guns. BTW, the perfume sucked.

Next, back to Les Invalides so we could see Napoleon's Tomb. He is buried in the basement of this huge rotonda and you can view his large marble tomb from above. Then, as if that weren't enough for one day, we went to mass at Notre Dame. There are no words...

Dinner (and dessert) were crepes at a cafe near ND so we could look at the river. Finally, we came home. I have a new blister on my little toe that's the size of my little toe. Fuck-ity.