On Friday, I decided to stay in and give my feet a rest. Thursday had been a huge ordeal with me getting out and exploring Paris by myself. When I got off the metro to get back to my hotel I had gotten lost and it was pouring down rain and I was determined not to have to get a taxi. There's a fun story about an old woman and a bar and several French men arguing in French about where my hotel was and trying to give me directions. My feet were very sore and blistered so I didn't punish them for a while. After Randy got off work, we went back downtown and saw the outside of Notre Dame. This is the restaurant across the street from it. The fun surprise each time I ordered was finding out how my food would come out. Here I had ordered fish and potatoes. It came out in a big shepherd's pie like configuration. It was actually very good and tasted like a crab cake.
Here is Notre Dame. The windows were just amazing. I toured it by myself the following Monday.
This is the Pompidour Centre. Randy had remembered this famous building and once I saw it I remembered seeing it in an art book in college. It's pretty neat.