French Fried

Chris and I woke up around 11 this morning, still exhausted from the night before. We puttered around the room a bit until finally deciding to go down to the pool around 1. The pool was even more packed than it was the day before, which is quite understandable considering the temperature was likely literally 110 degrees. Still, every time we'd hop into the pool, we were shocked by how incredibly cold it was. Most of the time we would just sit halfway in the water on the steps of the pool and people watch. Even Paris has its share of people with bad tattoos and even worse haircuts. Always entertaining.

After laying out and taunting the other tourists for a bit we headed back to our room to prepare for our evening at the theater. While getting ready, we decided to watch a little tv. The Discovery Channel was playing a mini-marathon of The Haunting. The Haunting is an hour long show that re-enacts people's true paranormal experiences. Christins and I were captivated by stories of posessed children and homes occupied by restless spirits. We had given ourselves 3 whole hours to get ready before we had to leave, but with this quality show grabbing our attention, we ended up leaving 15 minutes later than we had planned.