
We all went to this gallery and wondered around in a separate daze. Afterwards we drifted off in separate directions for this last afternoon in the city. Dion took a trip to the Eiffel Tower to sit in the park and day dream. Remy relaxed back at the apartment. Karol went last minute shopping and I took a trip to Montmarte. It was great emerging out onto a small tree covered plaza at Abbesses. Two street performers in costume were hamming it up in some kind of French theatrical musical.
The holiday is about done now, that's the only thing ending though. Our memories, our little family - we survived this one too.