We retuned from Limoges to Paris for one last night in this gorgeous city. We had left Trish to her own devices here whilst we travelled south; she visited as many galleries as she possibly could manage and was obviously deliriously in love with Paris upon our return. She spoke French to the waiters and regaled us with great stories of all the fascinating art shows and sights she had seen. In the shadow of Notre Dame, we blew bubbles in Parc de John XXIII in view of our apartment, more freeze tag and hide and seek. That evening, Djanet, the owner of the apartment, met us for a guided tour of the Centre Pompidou. Her department is youth and multimedia, so we toured her offices and she then she took us up to the top floor to see the amazing view from the rooftop. Reminder to Davey: when we are next in Paris, book us the corner table at George's Restaurant - killer view!! The walk back through the Marais in the night was electric - bars spilling into the streets, restaurants packed. Wonderful. Our last supper ended the holiday exactly like we began... a simple meal of pasta, tomato sauce and cheeses; a bottle or three of french red wine and chocolate all purchased from the grocer downstairs off Rue Boutarel. Looking out upon that view, with good food, great company (kids sound asleep in the room beside us) - it was the perfect 'au revoir' to our 'bon voyage'.
