The French are finally realizing who the real pastry chefs are.
Ern put on his new Olympics outfit and hit the town.
The Paris metro is really the place to see and be seen.
The Louvre station had a bunch of cool artwork.
Town hall had a big Olympics set up with some games and stuff.
We had lunch at a fun restaurant on top of the Centre Pompidou art museum.
The main highlight was definitely the view. In stereotypical French fashion lunch was very slow. We didn't have a lot of Paris time so that was a bit of a bummer but it's ok.
We didn't end up with any time to see the actual museum. Oh well.
We were headed to do some important business at Le Eiffel Tower.
Beach Volleyball! I bought us pretty good seats and they put us right behind this stupid camera crane so we could barely see anything. Rude.
It wasn't long before Ernie requested a break from the volleyball action, so we explored the grounds together a bit.
He was pretty excited about these mister things that were set up. After he fell into the mud I had a very fun time trying to clean him up in a porto potty.
Olympic tip: when you cheer for both teams you get to do twice the cheering.
It was a good day.
