We got into Paris yesterday, but didn't do much more than eat and wander around. Today we ordered breakfast in bed. They only brought us two coffees. After a great deal of language problems, we finally got our food. Emily and I went to the Louvre; Shannon stayed home because she wasn't feeling well (she has already seen it). We mainly concentrated on the paintings, because the museum is too big to see more than one section. Emily took some art history classes and studied many of the paintings, so she was my personal tour guide. We spent a couple hours lost in the museum before heading back to the hotel.

Shannon was feeling better, so we all walked to the train station to buy tickets to London. We ate dinner at a restaurant recommended by the hotel. The entrance was in the back corner of a dark alley. It was all black, with a small "r" over the door. We walked into an all black room with a nondescript elevator. We were sure we were in the wrong place, but took the elevator anyway. It took us up 8 floors and opened into an ultra-modern restaurant. The atmosphere was great, the food was not.

From the restaurant we walked to the Eiffel tower. Got there at 11:30 and found out that the elevator to the top closes at 11. We hung out underneath for a while and took pictures. It turns out that the fields around the tower are a huge hangout for French kids. There were hundreds of them sitting around getting drunk. The police drove past, but didn't seem to care.