Yet another wonderful day in beautiful Paris. The day looked like yesterday, which was warm, but it was decidedly cooler.
We headed over to the Sunday flea markets-a great mix of antiques, junk and the button guy! I mixed and matched until I got what I wanted to have and matched my budget.
By then fingers and toes needed warming. The potty break included the first squatty potty but, oh, the chocolate was good!
The second flea market had fresh produce, seafood (sold by the fishermen that caught them) and scarves.
We took a bus back to the hotel to warm up and add layers. Then a bus to the Arch of Triumph. Parisiens, and all of us tourists, have a way of spending their Sundays. Everyone was out, the dogs, the kids and their scooters, the grandparents and teenagers. Many Christmas decorations are lit and the ferris wheel was taking passengers.
Four of us walked all the way back to our “neighborhood” stopping for croissants and sweets. I was feeling confident in my French and asked for “deux croissants”. The nice young man got a big smile on his face and said, “English?” I told him American. I guess I can’t fool anyone. He told me America was better than Paris anyway. I told him it was all beautiful. And it has been beautiful and the French people have been wonderful. I have made great new friends on this trip.
This “Paris Tilton” trip has been the perfect way to start the second half of my century here on this planet.
Almost forgot-we had dinner at the restaurant featured in “Something’s Got to Give” last night and they sang Happy Birthday” to me. Tres bien!
Home tomorrow.
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