The Luxembourg Palace was the highpoint of the day. The palace dining room was certainly ornate. Makes ya want ta invite a few folks over for supper. Currently it houses the French Senate. The President of France apparantly lives there, too. Perhaps he wasn't home because he didn't answer the door.
We also shopped for souvenirs and crossed a few names off the list. We stopped for a hot dog French style. Basically it's two weiners in a giant baguette smothered in melted cheese (good cheese-good weiner). That with an Orangina and you got one happy tourist (actually two... my wife had one, too).
Oh yeah... and we thwarted a pickpocket on the Metro. He tried to "help" Joyce with a malfunctioning Metro gate. However, I think he was actually keeping the gate from working. He came up behind Joyce and wrapped his arms around her as she tried to push through. I had already gone through a gate and I turned to see his hand reach into her purse. I yelled at him to get away and he backed off. Fortunately, Joyce's purse was well-zipped so he couldn't filch anything. Joyce made her way through the gate and the pickpocket took off down another passageway. Close call.
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