Hey, I did nothing.

In reality, the title of this post doesn't really do justice to this day. It was a day off, yes, and I did a whole lot less than I usually do during a day in Paris. But I still did stuff, stuff worth blogging about.

For a few hours, I walked down to the old Roman arena that we had visited during one of our first days here. I sat, ate, and wrote. It was so quiet, save for a small class on the other side of the arena and some children playing some soccer down below. The air was crisp and it was just a nice day overall. I even wrote a short story inspired by the arena itself...as well as a whole bunch of blog posts.

Later, I visited the Eiffel Tower with Alexis and Vanessa for a few more pictures. The tower was still beautiful, but I couldn't help but gawk at the remnants left from the Euro Cup finals the night before. Burned trash. Burned motorcycles. Smashed windows. You just don't see too much of that in a quiet small town. 

So that's pretty much the day in a nut shell. We may not have walked a whole bunch of miles or visited a whole bunch of historical places, but we had the chance to feel like real Parisians, like we actually lived in Paris. (Not bragging, but I was asked for directions a few times. I'm practically a local.) 

Until next time and au revoir. M