Tuesday - the day of churches and torture.

On Tuesday, we started out at Notre Dame. Riley says this was his favorite spot in Paris. The fact that the construction of this church started in 1163 is tough enough to wrap one's noodle around. Most notable, however, is the construction process whose schedule spread over two centuries. This is incentive to tell anyone who complains about a construction schedule that their problems are nothing by comparison (as long as my client is the one defending the schedule of course). A true miracle for the record books, however, occurred when Ange and I crossed the threshold of this church without hail and brimstone falling from the skies. That alone should be convincing to all who have prevoiusly questioned whether we are good or evil. We believe this is solid proof that we are good, of course.



From there we went to Saint Chapelle, another notable church near Notre Dame. Unfortunately, the line was tortuously long, so Riley made the command decision that we were going to skip this venue. Instead, we went to the Conciergerie because it was noted to be where people were tortured in the past (not just with long lines, but other physical devices) - a topic that is always interesting to a 12 year-old boy. Unfortunately, after paying the admission fees, we were disappointed to find out that none of these devices were still in the structure and the only thing worth noting about it is the fact that Marie Antoinette was held there before she was executed. Not very exciting at all. We ended up spending the rest of the day wandering down the Champs-Elysees and window shopping. I went into the Louis Vuitton store just so I could say I did, but when I called my husband from within the store, I was told in no uncertain terms that I would be fired if I even considered purchasing something. Modern day torture. Bummer.