I have a much heavier suitcase to check through to Denver tomorrow, but, considering that my older sister had to buy an entirely new bag just to get her stuff home, I don't feel like I am doing too bad.
This evening, Mom, Barbie, and I went to dinner at a lovely restaurant overlooking the city.
My older sister opted out of the dinner in order to take advantage of another massage, and, I have to say, no matter how relaxing a french massage is (very, in my recent experience); she missed out on an amazing meal.
The view didn't suck, either.
Tomorrow, we will be up before the sun to catch our plane back to the states. I'll miss Paris, but I'll have approximately seven hundred photos to keep as reminders, not to mention the treasures that I found while wandering the sellers' stalls at the market. But, more about that once I am stateside.
I'm sure you are on the edge of your seat.