Thursday night we took a Bike Tour from the South foot of the Eiffel Tower to Notre Dame, through the Louvre courtyard, stopped for ice cream, stopped a dozen other places, rode down to a boat ramp... took a boat tour of the Seine while sipping red wine... and then biked back past the Eiffel Tower during it's light show at 11 o'clock.
I would recommend this tour to everyone and would definitely suggest the evening time slot. You truly see why Paris is known as the City of Lights. More information and pictures will be posted soon. Promise. The tour agency is called Fat Tire Bike Tours and they also have tours in Barcelona, Berlin, and London. The best part is that they only hire Americans so there are no communication issues or hard to understand accents on the tour. It may not seem like a big deal, but I have come to appreciate it after having a car driver for three days in India that was "fluent in English" but did not know one word!
Friday was spent shopping! We bought souvenirs and went window shopping in all the expensive Parisian stores. Eating crepes and drinking Coca-cola light as we walked through all the tiny european streets. Then, at 8 o'clock we took a train to the Opera theatre in the theatre district of Paris. It was the closest thing I have seen in Europe to home. There we were surrounded by American's and people from the U.K. as we watched Jimmy Buffet live. It is sure to be the best Jimmy Buffet show any of us will see in our lives. It was a tiny tiny venue for Jimmy and we all assumed he only plays there to pay for his trips to Paris... he must love the town as much as all the expats that filled up the joint.
The floor was literally bouncing as everyone jumped up and down to Margaritaville and all his other hits. I was definitely screaming the loudest when he played a cover of Zac Brown Band's "Where the Boat leaves from." It was like a little piece of Georgia played just for me in Paris. After the show, we went to O'Sullivan's Irish pub with some other Americans for a Jimmy Buffet after party. It was the last thing you would expect... definitely not the dive bar you would expect for the JB crowd.. or anything irish, It was more like a disco blaring old Destiny's Child songs and Jump around. I can only wonder what the Parisians thought of all the Americans wearing Tommy Bahama shirts, grass skirts, and mardi gras beads. Each outfit probably incorporated more color than entire European wardrobes!
It was a blast and so much fun these past 3 days, but I am happy that there is so much left to see. It gives me an excuse to come back!
Love you, love your travels! :)
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