Last night in Paris

So apparently none of you slackers speak Czech, so I've switched the language of the blog links and whatnot to English.

It's 1:20 am here on our last night in Paris. We spent the evening with my uncle Gregg, and made up for some Parisian life that we missed while spending time trying to find our camera.

We met up at one of the six or so large train stations, then wandered down to the water where our restaurant was floating. We ate in a boat, and the food was marvelous. It was nice to eat something that wasn't a sandwich or a slice of pizza. Don't get me wrong, I will always love you sandwiches and slices of pizza, but there are other foods out there and they can be delicious. And better-looking.

Then the three of us (my aunt Barbie couldn't make it) opted to hoof around a bit of Paris we hadn't seen. We winded through the Latin quarter and ate ice cream cones where they shape the ice cream like roses. We eventually ended up in front of Notre Dame, where we ended our night and hopped in a cab.

We are back in our hostel now. Since we left for dinner, our two 20-year old female room mates have since made themselves comfortable here. Their luggage bags seem to have exploded, and there is girl paraphernalia in every inch of this room. I expect to wake up to drunken giggles sometime around 4, so maybe I'll get some sleep before that happens.

Angers with Taryn and Bryan awaits us tomorrow. Oh, the sweet glory of familiar faces!

-Dave