Au revoir Paris

The weatherman says it 27° outside but that it feels like 21°. Without even going outside, I believe the weatherman. Its time to go home to California.

We are packed and the car comes to get us in two hours. So thankful to have a car service and not raking a train. I may need on of those carts to get me out to the gate, my feet are so sore. Who are we kidding, I'd just have the cart drop me at duty free. I've still got euros burning a hole in my pocket!