In a restaurant in the hotel, where we waited and rested to go to Orly, there was a painting of Par

I front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. I never would have thought a year ago. You have to dare to win. It was time for a four-hour sightseeing tour of Paris by bus. We got a new bus driver this day. He was late and the explanation from him was that he did not find the hotel. The mood among the passengers became irritable. The steps are not for the better when it turned out that the new driver did not get up the shutters on the bus to the areas where we could store our luggage until it was time to travel to Orly airport in the evening. The poor driver who might just be having a bad day, what I do know, then had the bad luck when he was out of the great depot with a busload irritated impart travelers. It turned out that the person who ran the gateway to the garage had coffee break. So how than the driver honked, do not come doorman and opened the gate. We simply had to wait until he cates clearly. Absolutely fine for me. It is important to work interruptions. And there was plenty impart of time until we would be at the airport. At last we were in any case out of the garage and traveled through the streets of Paris and attractions. Guided tour leader and I was told so much interesting things that I had not a clue about before. Four hours long each tour. We got to get off on two occasions to take pictures. Most of the pictures in my blog here today is captured through the bus window. Dawn Light from the hotel room last day in Paris. In Paris you drive a motorcycle also dressed in costume. The department store Printemps in Paris. Academie Nationale de Musique in Paris. The musical Phantom of the Opera is written with inspiration from this building. The buses in Paris was white and turquoise, beautifully against the cream-colored buildings. One of the many famous restaurants in Paris.
Louis Vuitton, Paris. On the way to the Arc de Triomphe. Arc de Triomphe. Beautiful and powerful in its expression. I feel this again, maybe? Eiffel Tower. Very beautiful and bigger than I imagined it. Building next to the Eiffel Tower with a beautiful text written in gold. The French flag colors, blue, red and white, made itself so well to the cream-colored houses. The entire central impart Paris breathed for me genomtänkthet, beauty and harmony, architecturally. impart I'm impressed. And in love in Paris. impart Would go back there again to experience more of everything there is to see there. Paris is built from a center point where the radiating streets from top to form a star pattern. It was a wonderful feeling that amid all the houses find long green streets like this. Lush green room where it was possible to breathe and where visibility was free and seemed endless. It was as tour leader and one of the Emperor Napoleon's sons, Napoleon III, who built up the center of Paris in this way. As the city still looks like.
Here I am in Paris. Finally, it was about time! Here lies among others, Emperor Napoleon is buried. In six coffins, impart apparently. impart Adjacent impart to the building is available as a retirement impart home for war-wounded soldiers. There is so much interesting history around France. Not least about the French Revolution. Where the people finally won over power mad, wealthy people who let people starve. It is the basis of "Liberty, Equality, Fraternity" -tankarna in France. The foundation of democracy. France today has unfortunately major problems with both economy impart and high unemployment. Which in turn leads to other negative effects of a society. Le Rouquet will according to the tour leader to be even a popular restaurant in Paris. One of infinitely many beautiful views inside Paris. A colorfully painted door I wonder where it led.
The restaurant Le Voltaire. Boating on the Seine, I have left to do the next time I go to Paris. Something you should have left, something you should have to dream about that man. It is important. Where in the world feels like a Ferris wheel more obvious than in Paris? I'll check nearer why Ferris wheel called just Ferris wheel, I came upon now. After sightseeing in Paris, we were back in the district where the hotel is. This street, Avenue de Clichy, will according to the tour leader to be a "regular" street in Paris. The prices of both restaurants and shops where were reasonable. I bought a nice top for my youngest daughter there for about a hundred crowns. And found the shoes at lower prices than in Sweden. Though I did not buy any. I was tired after everything I've seen and heard about during the tour. A "regular" impart street in Paris. Beautiful with all the black balconies in iron, I think.
In a restaurant in the hotel, where we waited and rested to go to Orly, there was a painting of Paris, which can be bought at Ikea. I really like this painting for various reasons. Felt like home when I stood there and looked at it. What do you do when waiting for the time to go so that you can take the bus to Orly on the last day in Paris? impart When your feet are burning and legs aching from all the strolling. impart Man resting and buy such a big boy big Glace Bretonne in the hotel restaurant. Yum, the memory of the