Back In Paris

We took our time waking up this morning and had one last cup of coffee on our beautiful terrace in Reims. We had picked up some 'breakfast pastries (dessert)' the night before and had a quick bite before we hit the road. Here are some pictures. I'm going to let you guess which one Ryan doesn't know has been posted and see how long before he notices.(Ryan just looked over my shoulder and said: "Screw you. If the pose is good enough for Paris and Britney, it's good enough for me."

We are happy to be back in Paris after a painless hour drive from Reims. We stopped to fill the rental with diesel just outside of the city and happened to peer into the garbage can beside the pumps. The driver that had filled the tank before us decided to get rid of all of those pesky jumbo beer cans from out of his/her car. Suddenly, driving in France is all starting to make sense.
We dropped off the car and the place we got it (which we would definitely use again if you're ever here, FYI) and the man assessed the car for damage. He checked the rims, the windshield... thank GOD he didn't check Ryan's side of the car or we would have had to pay for a hole in the floor and all the handles that had been ripped off while I passed vehicles on the freeway. We got to our final hotel of the trip, Hotel du Moulin Petit and the previous guest had yet to check out so we dumped our luggage and rode the Metro to La Duree on the Champs-Élysées for lunch which just happens to be down the road from the Louis Vuitton flagship store where our rings are from.
As we said in the last post, we decided we needed to start eating vegetables. What better way to ease yourself back into health than a few carrots and beans mashed between puff pastry and whipped marscarpone cheese, topped with a candied hybiscus flower?
After lunch we headed down and window shopped. On the way we saw many people begging for money. We thought it would be funny if we had thrown a Euro into this ladies giant Louis Vuitton bag to see what their reaction would have been. I would have but we had already passed and it would have looked suspicious:
We made it back to the hotel. Like I mentioned above, it is called the Hotel du Moulin Petit. They weren't kidding about the 'petit' part. Actually, it's really great and the bathroom is separate which is lovely. You don't really get room to move in Paris so I have no complaints... massive tub, airconditioning, and a comfy bed.

Now we're off for a walk and then headed back to meet our friend Nigel at the hotel (a friend Jess met when he was working in Taiwan who now lives in Paris) to go out for dinner and drinks at Georges Restaurant which is located on top of the Centre Pompidou. Can't wait!