Well – the best part of Paris was the sweet AirBnb, the sights, and my sweetheart, in a new Paris dress. the experience was dampened a bit by pain in my right foot, which had gotten progressively worse by Paris (I hurt it in the Alps, and then walked on it in Lucerne). And well… falling down the stairs in our loft apartment… sigh
I ended up hobbling around Paris, with a walking stick… Anna preferred me this way.. slow.. and in sight.
Oh well. We made the best of it (It was awesome!)