We got back from Paris about two months ago.  The plan was to post photos every day, it didn’t happen.  I will be posting the photos in the order that they were taken.

We made it to Paris; our bags didn’t.  Whatever, we were in Paris.  Our hotel was in the center of town and our room had a view of Notre Dame.  We also had a bottle of wine waiting for us in the room, thanks to Jessica.  After a few glasses we went to see the cathedral.  The first thing Jess did was light a candle for her Dad who had passed away earlier this year.

 The place was very ornate with statues and carvings all over the walls and archways.  I took more photos of the cathedral, if you want to see them come over to the house.

Later we ended up near the Louvre and decided to go in.  We made it through the Egyptian wing and the part with all the statues.   It’s not really my thing Jess loved it though.

The next day we had breakfast at the hotel we were staying at.  The walls of the lobby/restaurant were covered with paintings and photographs from guests who had stayed there.  If you look directly over Jessica’s head you will see a painting of a lady on all fours and another lady about to…. I don’t know leap frog her or something, it was very strange.  Oh and there is a sheep in the background watching them.

 We headed north just to check things out.  Walked by the Pompidou museum, this is the modern art museum, more my thing.  It didn’t open for another few hours so we just kept walking.

Jess suggested that we go to the catacombs,(Catacombs of Paris – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia )which was on the other side of town.  When we got there we were told that the wait would be about an hour and half.  After waiting about 45 minutes I left to go find some beer for us.  It did make the wait more enjoyable.  While waiting we met a guy from Spain that we later ran into in Normandy.  We also meet a father and daughter from the eastern part of France.  Jess told them what happened to our bags, they said that after the catacombs they were headed to the shopping area of town and would show us the way.

At the end of that second day we had hit our limit with wearing the same cloths.  Tensions ran high, wine was poured and tears were shed.  When we woke up on the third day to find our bags outside our hotel room door.

To be continued…