After breakfast, we all piled into our bus for a guided tour around the city of Paris. We drove by all the major monuments and landmarks, only getting off the bus once or twice. Our tour guide was fabulous - full of funny, scandalous stories - making us laugh as we viewed many of the same parts of the city we saw last night. (The hubby and I thought this bus tour would help us get better acquainted with how to get around on foot later in the day... Not so much! So many side roads and curvy streets... Maps would be our friend!)
The Louvre - so excited to get inside that place!
Beautiful stained glass!
After a few sips of water and choking down a couple of bites of bread, I decided to walk down the hall to the restroom - a unisex, 2 stall bathroom - with several people waiting in line. As I stood there, I realized things were worse than I thought. I knew I was going to throw up! Uh-oh! I tried to inform the very large man in front of me that he should really let me go ahead - but he would have no sympathy... I eyed his expensive leather shoes... If I were to ruin them... I warned him!
I made it. I got sick. Very sick. Gross. But how many people do you know can say they threw up at the Palace of Versailles?!