I dragged out the pull out couch and we went to bed at 9pm. Victoria went to sleep fairly quickly. I stayed awake waiting for the light show on the Eiffel Tower. There is a better view from the bedroom, but the living room offers decent ambiance. It got dark at about 9:30pm, so I was going to bed while it was still light out.

I slept decently by the open window. No air conditioning needed, it's very nice weather here. I was up at 6am but I dozed until 8am. We were all up and dressed by 9am. We wandered over the Novotel hotel next door for breakfast. We were hungry and lacked ambition. Victoria's breakfast was free, but it totaled 60 euros for the three of us. We went to the market, and immediately we were struck by an odor. Paris has a lot of odors. There was clothing and whanot on the second floor, but down the escalator was a supermarket. We got some must-haves.

My father is the most ambitious one with the language. He just shouts out a word and is right 50% of the time. All along the way, not one person has approached us and spoken in French. Everyone who has initiated a conversation has done so in English.

After bringing back the groceries, we head out to explore the neighborhood. We walked along the Seine River and down to the Eiffel Tower. We took some pictures and people-watched. Several times, a gypsy girl would disconnect from her group and approach people asking, "Do you speak English" and would show a card which said, "please help me, my husband is dead and I have no where to live..." something like that. After our first encounter, we just said No after being asked.

After a few hours of walking around, we headed back to the apartment. My father and Victoria went out to explore the neighborhood some more and came back with postcards. They had a heck of a time, despite having a dictionary, getting people to understand postcards. They also found French pastries in the neighborhood, a worthwhile trip.