Please don't end, Paris...I love you

Talk about the best birthday. Saturday arrived. Our cameras were still missing. The first party-girl was leaving to return home. The end was nearing.

By Saturday we were really tired and couldn't bring ourselves to do much...so...we set out on a fruitless adventure to the Bois du Bologne, but gave up once we got to the neighborhood. We simply weren't prepared.

We returned to the Latin Quarter and ran our various errands. I sat down for a last meal of mussels. Some of the group ran about then returned to join me.

At 6 or 7, I can't remember, we all met under the Eiffel Tower for what we like to call Mike's Fat Ass Bike Tour. Simply, this was the greatest tour I've ever taken; I can't recommed it enough. If they have one in the city you are visiting - GO!

We rode around Paris for a few hours taking some great photographs, then hopped on a boat for a cruise up and down the Seine. The tour provides some wine, but that wasn't enough for us...so we picked up 20 or so beers at a nearby stand. Good times, good times.

We drunkenly peddaled the rest of the way to the tour offices. Then, with new friends from the tour, we headed back to the Latin Quarter for some late night drinks and dancing.

Somehow, miraculously, I awoke Sunday morning about the time we were supposed to be collected for the airport. That was the fastest packing, cleaning, and exiting of a flat by four people (3 girls!) I have ever witnessed!!! But we made it downstairs and to the airport. Sadly.

Aside from a few snafus, mostly the loss of our cameras and pictures, this was the greatest week of my life. In the meantime, I've been on a few roadtrips, used a few disposable cameras, and bought a new, slightly fancier, camera.

I'll write more when next I have Internet access.