Paris and heading home
I knew I would hate leaving France. Our trip ends tomorrow. We have spent the last few days in Paris where I booked us into a hotel guaranteed to make departure harder. From our balcony we can see all the way to Sacre Coeur. We are directly across from the Pantheon and have witnessed many mysterious French formalities taking place. A military formation. Trumpets. Airplanes flying low. We have no idea why. And no one in our hotel seems to know why. In fact, the French people we know here could care less. There are no crowds. The only people who stop to look are tourists. And us. But then we are a subcategory of tourist.
We said goodbye to our favorite spots today. I hope I can post pictures later on, but this is difficult as my son is a perfectionist and wants only his best photos to appear in public. On our way back up to our room, we bumped into some people who were arriving in the lobby about to start their vacation. I felt such envy.