We arrived in Paris on Friday, March 8th, but there was nothing much to write about other than the taxi taking us for a ride - figuratively and literally. The cost of the ride from the airport was about 20 Euros more than the ride back to the airport - go figure.
So, we were off like a herd of turtles. It would have been nice to take a nap upon arriving, but Cousin Jim assured us that was not a good idea and sent us out to walk around and possibly take the Metro. Barbara and I chose to walk a bit, but our brains were not ready for the Metro. So we killed the afternoon walking the neighborhood which included seeing the Eiffel Tower, but not going up, yet. Then we sat around visiting with the cousins and getting to know each other again. I had a beer while Barbara went for the wine. Cousin Jim taught me to say beer (bee air) rather using my Italian (bira). Buongiorno and bonjour were confusing, too. Of course I mixed my si with my oui and my merci with my grazi, but not my gracais. Sometimes I resorted to sign language, which actually worked fairly well.
Saturday was my 55th birthday and our first big day. Jesse arrived around 11:30 AM, and we set out walking. We walked by the Eiffel Tower for this pic, which Jesse took with her phone and doctored with her app and Jim's War College for this pic. Then we caught the Metro to the Centre Pompidou for a Salvador Dali exhibit. It was fascinating! Dali had great talent and a weird imagination. Some of his art was awesome and some quite shocking and maybe even disgusting, but definitely emotion provoking. What an excellent choice of things to to in Paris on my birthday! Upon leaving the exhibit, we had gelato - the day was warm and sunny for ice cream before doing further exploring.
We walked by Notre Dame. I took lots of pics of Paris streets and cafes. Jesse and I went off on our own to explore the Latin Quarters of Paris while the cousins went on home. We took the Metro home - like pros. Later the cousins served us an excellent dinner complete with dessert delicacies from a local bakery. They sang to me in French! Puhfect!