Palace of Versailles

After wrapping our lips around a few fresh croissants, (we are forever spoilt and will probably never eat an American attempt at a croissant again) and fruit for breakfast, we bundled up and schlepped out to the Metro. Two changes later, we arrived just around the corner from Versailles' exquisite architecture. We opted for the English tour guide to be sure we absorbed all the historical details of King Louis XIV life in the palace.

Champs Elysee was magical when we arrived back in Paris. It was dusk but bright with all the Christmas lights. Madison and I enjoyed a bit of window shopping at designer stores while Michael and Winston windowed shopped at the car dealerships.

A sprained ankle kept me from going out after dark to see the Eiffel Tower. Prayers and a few ice packs later, it was much improved. I seem to have forgotten how to walk on cobblestone walkways.