Two years ago… we took Alice on a Mini Tour of Paris in an Electric Car:
We got up at six.
Took a bus to Marseille.
Caught the train to Paris.
We arrived at lunch, stopped at the Train Bleu.
Alice's socks fell off.
I was pleased, "If you like this you are my kinda of girl!
Chauffeur-Who-is-Always-Lost-Though-is-French" drove us around in an electric car.
The-American-Me-Who-Knows-Her-Way-Round-Paris-With-Her-Eyes-Closed did not fall asleep while commanding the mini tour of Paris.
I asked Alice who was the Person-to-Show-Around, "Are you game for a mini tour of "in and out of the car" of Paris?"
She laughed.
Chauffeur drove, turned on a dime and stopped wherever I gave the shout,
"Stop!"
Alice hopped out, laughed, glowed, admired Paris in a flash and jumped back into the electric car: A Go Go Girl!
I was in my element, off the wall, loving Paris, spontaneous, in the moment:
Let's go!
And so it went:
"Stop!"
"Jump out!"
Take photo and go.
Eiffel said, "Hello! Come again!"
Reassuringly I offered, "This is just for fun! How much can we see in an hour? Are you really ready?"
Alice jumped out at Napoleon's hangout.
At Pont Alexandre III the bridge, The chauffeur refused to stop in the middle of the bridge,
"You are craz-zee!" I did not listen.
Alice jumped out on command, at the stoplight before the bridge.
She ran across. I cheered her on.
Across the bridge we made a pit stop at the Petite and Grande Palace.
Down the Champs Elysees, around and around and around the Arc de Triomphe.
I pointed to the Eiffel Tower, "See it peeking out over there? Its a show off!"
Standing in front of the car on the Champs-Elysees avenue.
Crazy.
Then we did it again.
Alice ran around the Place de la Concorde.
She is such a good sport.
(By the way, I got out each time to, ran and took a photo of her.)
Alice stood in front of the L'église de la Madeleine! At the stoplight.
I had her run into Fauchon to admire the macaron tower.
And stood by the man who parked the cars for Fauchon.
We were getting out exercise getting in and out of the car so many times.
Alice took a second to stop and smell the roses at the flower market.
We stopped and admired Joan of Arc.
Next to the Louvre.
I saw a young man sitting on a bench, I nearly peed my pants when I shouted, "Stop!"
And French Husband did, which is nothing short of a miracle as the street was crowded.
Alice and I jumped out, as French Husband drove on. I asked the young man if I could take a photo of him with Alice and he agreed. Better yet he remained in the same position as I had seen him.
Every girl needs to cozy up to a French Man.
I loved how Alice did whatever I asked:
Jump out of the car…
Sit with the young man…
Pretend you are at the cafe… Nemours in Paris.
She was game, which made the mini tour hilarious.
"Oh Alice… Stand on the Pillar!"
"Where are we?"
"At the Palace Royal."
And poof we were gone.
Two Parisian waiters were taking a break. I asked if I could take their photo with my dear Alice.
How could they refuse such a sweet girl.
I should have asked for champagne.
Ding Dong!
How to burn calories in Paris?
In front of the Orsay.
In front of one of the many billboards depicting what is happening in Paris.
Our mini tour lasted an hour and forty five minutes.
The sunset was the reason we stopped.
We took this photo in front of the Louvre.
Across the street the Eiffel smiles with the setting sun.
Night fall in Paris is equally as beautiful.
I wanted to have at least two more photos.
My iphone was proving to do the trick.
I took all the photos on our mini tour with it.
One of the:
The Belle of the Ball and the Mini Tour as well,
at sunset over the Seine.
And seeing the Eiffel Tower twinkling for the first time at sunset.
The mini tour of Paris, a non crash course of seeing some sights.
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Alice returns home to Australia tomorrow.
We will miss her xoxo
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