He landed in Paris Sunday morning, and the same flight for the next day through Iceland was cancelled because of snow storms. He just made it.
|The required photo with the Eiffel Tower -- but he does look happy.|
Earl wandered the city the next day, complaining about the cold until I explained that it was 12 degrees here (-11 celcius).
He went to the Rodin museum, one of the museums we haven't explored yet in Paris, but it was closed "exceptionellement" for a private event.
So, instead, he headed to one of our favorite places, Saint Chappelle, a gothic church that amazes us with the colors of the windows every time.
|Soaring windows. When the sun is bright the bystanders are bathed in blue.|
But he did stop by his favorite creperie on Rue Mouffetarde to buy a panini before he headed back to his hotel room.
|Eating it on the street like a real American|
|I'm sure he stopped at Starbucks because he was thinking of me.|