Breakfast of Champions

We dedicated our entire day to shopping. Highlights included Galeries Lafayette and Dehillerin. It was a good thing I had such a wholesome breakfast. It rained today, but no one messes up their ensemble by wearing a hood or a hat here...strictly umbrellas or nothing at all. This is our last night at the Westin and we were invited to a big party they are having here to celebrate the relaunch of The Westin Paris. The dress code = chic...I'm a lot of things, but "chic" isn't one of them so I decided to pass. Tomorrow we move to the George V!

Centre Georges Pompidou

Architecturally speaking, France's museum of modern art is one of the most interesting buildings I have ever seen! The designers' idea was to turn the building "inside out". It is truly unique in every way. I think I read the building inspired a Nike shoe. You might have to Google that... We also hit Sacre Coeur and the artsy Montmartre district. The views were breathtaking from winding streets of this "bohemian" community. We finished the night off at Harry's New York Bar which was supposedly a legendary watering hole for F Scott Fitzgerald and Ernest Hemingway. All I can say is that we had some great Whiskey!

The view from my room

It's pretty quiet on Sunday in the city of light. None of the shops or stores were open, so we spent most of the day wandering around the banks of the Seine, the Jardin des Tuileries, and Champs-Elysees. There is a scam that people run in the parks where they pretend they found a lost wedding ring, offer it to you, then ask for money. It's the most elaborate panhandling scheme I have ever seen, but it definitely catches people off guard. I've decided croque monsieurs were put on this earth especially for me. Jet lag is setting in...Au revoir

There are 2 types of people in the world

The people who like black licorice and the people who don't...its one of those clubs that you are either in or not, there is no gray area. I love the black licorice! You are either with me or you are against me. Sambuca is the same in Vancouver as it is anywhere- delicious, smooth, cold, puts its ugly step sister Jagermeister to shame! Go black licorice!