Sunday, September 9th: 
We somehow were able to get some sleep in the cramped quarters Air France's Economy had given us.  The seat in front of me was leaned back into my face so I wasn't able to really use the inflatable travel pillow like Nicole's contortionist ass can.

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The stewardess woke us up from our uncomfortable slumber with this amazing world class breakfast.

I decided to watch the first three episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine for the last hour and a half of our flight. I'm hooked. There's a feeling I'd be similar to Adam Samberg's character if I were ever a cop...just not as good looking or outgoing...nor funny. I'll have to wait until we get back home to binge watch the rest.

This was our first view of France!

We arrived at the Charles de Gaule airport in Paris on Sunday morning.  It’s 6 hours ahead of our home in Hampton Roads.

I dislike using the cramped airplane restroom, so the first duty in Paris was to expel the remnants of what I had left of America.  I’m not sure what I expected, but I discovered the maintenance of the restrooms were not very different from the ones I’ve been accustomed to in the States. The toilet paper dispensers were broken, graffiti behind the stall door, and one roll hung from a coat hanger by a twisted plastic garbage bag.  Welcome to France!

Our tour guide, David, picked us up by the information desk next to baggage claim. Nicole did some research and reviews gave high marks to David and his knowledge of the city.  We drove around to each of the major landmarks.  They were all as majestically amazing as I expected them to be.  We tasted the pastries. The pastries were hard and underwhelming.  We tried the crepes. They tasted just like what mom made when she herself had discovered the crepe maker at home.

This was actually the first thing I notice on our drive...a KFC!!! <3

We flew 10,000 miles out just so I can take photos of Paroisse Saint-Pierre de Montmartre church doors

La Basilique du Sacré Cœur de Montmartre

Inside La Basilique du Sacré Cœur de Montmartre

Obligatory selfie at La Basilique du Sacré Cœur de Montmartre for size reference

The city view in front of La Basilique du Sacré Cœur de Montmartre

Within the Place du Tertre square where a bunch of artists were showing off their works

The Carette Place du Tertre where we got our first (and last) crepe. 

The Huré where we got our first (and last) eclaire.

We stopped at the Eiffel Tower and hung out for a bit.  There was some type of demonstration going on, but we didn’t understand any of it so affect was just the annoyance of a bigger crowd to weave through on the way to the monument.  We didn’t have time to get to the top of the tower and have some bubbly as we intended. Hopefully on the next visit!

Morque the Spork at the Eiffel Tower

Baguettes and Red Bull

Ballsacks of the Palais de Chaillot...

ButtCracks of the Jardins du Trocadéro...

Busted Fupas  at the Théâtre National de Chaillot...

Of course, we had to get a few Paris souvenirs...

Morque the Spork at the Arc de Triomphe de l’Etoile

NOT the Arc de Triomphe...

The Louvre

Notre Dame Cathedral

The Moulin Rouge

Flame of Liberty where Princess Diana died.

Bae caught me slippin'...

We were drawn to the novelty of YoSushi’s conveyor belt system within the airport as we were roaming around looking for some place to relax and eat.  Last place I saw a similar restaurant was Wasabi in Tysons Corner Center, VA. It was the same experience for average over-priced food. Pick what you want as it passes you on the conveyor belt and pay multiple times more for self service than you would in a waitered sushi restaurant.

She spent some time getting limber for her contortion sleep on our next fight...

Let's Move on to Day 03 - Athens!