It's not my fault that I'm spoiled. England, France. What's next? We rode on a train under the ocean to get to Paris. I love trains. I wish you could have been there.
If you ask me if I like museums, I'll say, "Yes", but only if they have chairs so I can sit. And some of the ladies in the pictures need some privacy. I saw a first aid cross on the map and asked to go there to get help for my hurting legs. Mom and Dad had to bribe me a few times to keep walking during our stay in Paris. Yummy pastries and dinner at restaurants and a my favorite--the boat ride helped a lot.
I think that this might be the biggest museum I've ever been in. I was soooooo tired. So was Mom. We had gotten up really early, walked all day, and D-dad had to find us a quite, dark place to rest (it was a silent movie theatre in the museum with a lot of old people) before Mom fell apart. My legs hurt.
The truth is I was too tired to get up early and go to this palace. My parents walked my socks off the day before. David/daddy let me sleep in and mom went here with the students.
You're crazy David-daddy. What's that coming out of your head? I loved the Eifel Tower. It is huge. We had to walk up a lot of stairs, but not to the top. We rode the elevator. It was beautiful up there. We could see all of Paris.