We went to this hipster bar in this hipster neighborhood. Ordered two beers, stared at the bartender blankly when he tried to simply tell me $12 in French. But then we were rewarded by watching the man in this picture dance around for awhile.
Napoleon never got to enjoy the arch, but we did.
We ate here on our first night, then realized we could see it from our hotel balcony.
Somewhere in Paris…
From inside the Louvre
They removed the love locks from the bridge, but left them on the fence leading up to the Pont des Arts bridge.
I got all up in the gargoyles of Notre Dame’s faces
Our walking tour was wet and wild. Ok, just wet.