After running a scan on my laptop, it showed no signs of a virus, but to make sure it was okay, we sent it off to Shay, our computer doctor, for a complete checkup. I'm missing my computer, but I did save some Paris photos on my thumb-drive to take and have printed off. These are not necessarily the photos I would have shared in my story telling, but they are what I have handy at the present time to continue my Paris saga.
Tomb of Napoleon and Les Invalides. Although there was snow on the ground making things a bit treacherous, the day turned off sunny, and the snow was beginning to melt. Actually, it was still pretty cold.These photos were all taken in the morning on our walk to Invalides. Napoleon is buried under this dome. Here we are standing in front of his amazing tomb/monument. Looking through the military museum was fascinating. I loved the armor and canons and such. Those photos will have to wait since they are on the laptop. After perusing the museum, we moved on to one of Paris' covered sidewalks for lunch and shopping. My cousin took us to a great little tea room type cafe where we all chose funky tea to warm our bodies. Then we had the lunch special (sounds better when it is written out in French) which was stuffed cabbage with lentils and sweet potato. Excellent! For dessert, Jesse and I had a fruit crisp, while Barbara and Ariel had NY cheesecake. New York City! That ain't right, but it was delicious.
While eating we saw a photography shoot with a real model. Cousin Ariel said this was a normal site in Paris. She was a long, tall, thin thang dressed for summer. She had to be freezing. She posed in some rather odd ways, which was entertaining. Later in the week, we all mocked her poses.
The next day our plan was to visit Montmartre and Sacre-Coeur.
Unfortunately my cousin was the victim of a pick pocket on the Metro. It
was a very sickening feeling. Her phone and credit cards were taken.
Although she was able to stop any spending and such, it was still a yuck
moment in Paris. Jesse's attitude was that Paris has had pick-pockets
for ages, and now we were a part of that history. Jesse and I went on to
Montmartre and the day turned out rather nice after such a bad start. I
bought some art here. Jesse took some great photos.