In the morning we visited Notre Dame, stopping to admire, and stand upon, the Kilometre Zero plaque in the ground out front, and noticing how all the angels and saints carved around the doorway in are different, and are busy having various complex relationships with one another. We then went in and oohed and ahed a good deal at the interior. In the afternoon we went for a walk on the Champs Elysees, starting at the Arc de Trimophe and wandering on down the street to people watch and window shop, stopping into the famous children's shop Petit Bateau (not pictured) to buy Mabel a new sunhat, and stopping at a sidewalk cafe for an Evian au Sirop Menthe which is apparently what the french teenagers drink when they're wandering around here and which, I can tell you, is strangely both not very food and oddly refreshing, all at the same time. Later in the evening we walked though the Marais to go to dinner at Breakfast In America--a restaurant opened by an American expat that attempts to first explain, and then serve, American breakfast to french people. Everything tasted just as it should and I found the menu hilarious.
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