And in the End... Day Twelve

So pretty much it was just to the airport and away... so I'll put some photos as well that didn't really fit anywhere else, but that I like.  They show a bit about what my trip 'felt' like, rather than just what I saw. 

One last long look before leaving...

Good to go!

I have no idea what these are for.  Kristianna, did you ask Alexis?  Are they for gas and electric and stuff?

The door to the flat.

Just before getting on the train to head to the airport to fly away to Scotland.  *sigh*

Oh, and these are in no certain order.  Here John is posing with the Paris Bible.  If you go to Paris, this is the book to get.  It is seriously l'indispensable.  It's how we managed, and found our way around, and it is brilliant.

The kitchen, wherein I made many coffees and other culinary delights, which made me very happy.

The view into the neighbour's kitchen, across from 'our' kitchen.

Oh, the macaroons... *drools*

Why are the door handles in the middle?

Our stop!

No bins, no bombs.  A pretty good plan, if not all that beautiful.

She had camel feet.  Seriously.  Why would you do that?!  It can't be comfortable...

Remember, remember...

Down, down, down the stairs.

Our line to go home.

Luckily, John knew the code to get in.  Kristianna, it seems, didn't. =)

A lot of stuff in a tiny space.

The toucan mural tickled me.

Where I slept, both with Kristianna and on my own.

Hello, gorgeous.  I don't mind that you look funny.  You are divine.

Oh, the cheese...

Sorry, no looking after your children here, please.

I am a wee bit of a dork, and a huge part detail-oriented.

The names just cracked me up.

I'm pretty sure this is Kristianna's street... but I might be mistaken.  It's been a while now.

Ah, Paris.  =D

I really, really can't wait to go back.  Thanks for having me, Kristianna!  And thanks for going, too, Paige and Liz!