Granddaughter Taylor is off to Paris on a High School, Spring Break, French Club trip. They flew all night and arrived at 7am Paris time, (almost) ready for a full day. So far she has discovered that everyone smokes, motorscooterers are insane, you ALWAYS wait for the walk signal or you’re dead meat, crepes are insanely delicious, and French toast is amazing. They’ve ridden the metro, climbed the towers of Notre Dame, photographed the Arc de Triomph, le Sacre Coeur, and the Eiffel Tower. She has been to the Centre Pompidou and watched street musicians, a didgeridoo, and a man folding wire behind his back. At the end of the first day, she reported in, practically sleeptyping.
Second day, more awake, they toured the palace at Versailles, the Arc de Triomph again, and the Champs Elysees, and had quiche for dinner. Tomorrow, the Louvre.
The gardens at Versailles
Meanwhile, back at the migration, the Black-and-white Warbler.
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