Anchored down in Anchorage

Yesterday was our last day with Chris. We lazed around for a bit and then went to the Champs-Elysées. Chris was under the mistaken impression that we were actually going to a field. I don’t know how you could not know that the Champs-Elysées is an avenue, but apparently he didn’t. So we took the Métro and walked down the street. We passed a Haagen-Dasz, and also the McDonald’s where we saw employees on strike the first time I ever walked down the Champs-Elysées, five years ago.

Eventually we got to the Etoile, and the Arc de Triomphe.







The Tomb of the Unknown Soldier


It was only 5€ to go up if you are between the ages of 18 and 25, so we walked up the Arc de Triomphe. It was beautiful. I took a picture for Dad, a copy of the same one he took of me the last time I went up the Arc de Triomphe.

Delightful photo from 2004


Photo from yesterday




Yikes, look at that smog line


With the Eiffel Tower in the background


The stairs down


After getting back down


After that we took the Métro over to Montmartre, although we were too tired to go up to the Sacré Cœur. Instead, we got pizza and Haagen-Dasz. Mmm. Then we went back, and took Chris to the train station. We were dead tired and Vaune and I parted for the evening.

This morning was administrative-stuff-morning. We first went over to BNP Paribas and opened bank accounts. It was very easy, and free. We should have our cards next week. Next we went to the post office and got money orders for a painfully large amount of money in order to send away for our Cartes Imagine R – year long Métro/RER/tram/bus passes. They are worth the money, but it’s hard to remember that now as I eat muesli for the rest of the month. Then we went grocery shopping and came home yet again, and I am currently basking in the glory of my iTunes gift certificate from one Margaret Beyer.