After the stinkiest, longest night we finally made it to Paris where we were greeted by a man in dreadlocks wearing a jock strap around his face yelling ‘Illary ‘Illary Clinton! ‘Illary ‘Illary Clinton. We laughed our asses off. We found a luxurious Mercedes taxi to take us to our first luxurious lodging of the trip. The Paris Hilton Opera Hotel. It was heaven. We fought for who would get the first long, hot cleansing, sanitizing shower and to see if we could burn our clothes somewhere.

    We walked the streets of Paris to get our bearings and spotted a brasserie that looked inviting. After a glass of wine and a wonderful French snack we met our new security detail for the rest of our stay. Three young strapping French army guys were sitting next to us and ready for some fun. Communication was fun and difficult at the same.

  
  
At one point Clement, disappeared for awhile and returned with a beautiful box of French chocolates. How could we not love them?

This is the remains of the chocolate 😊

We left our new friends and headed to a wonderful dinner of rib eye, bone marrow and potatoes at at restaurant in the opera district. Yummmmmm!