I Made a deal with the wife that she gets her big trip every two years, and I get a motorcycle trip every year in between. The problem is that I keep taking motorcycle trips every year. Shhhh don't let her know! Anyhoo.. It's her year and she wanted to go to Paris. So here we go.
Leaving Tucson Saturday morning.
In flight to Dallas/Fort Worth.
Always time to drink during the layovers!
Monkey Garage opened a restaurant at the airport. Didn't eat there, looked crowded and slow.
Screwing around waiting for the plane.
Pretty floor mosaics throughout the airport.
And here we go, 9hrs45min of being cramped and feeling like cattle.
After going through customs and catching the train we finally make it to the hotel room. Window with a view.
We started wandering around town, to stay awake and avoid jet lag. Notre Dame!
A little wine and beer at a outdoor cafe.
Took the metro out to the Eiffel Tower.