We headed for Notre Dame first thing in the morning, discovering, to my delight, a bird market on the way. It was a beautiful day, so we strolled around the St-Germain area, grabbing a crepe from a street vendor at lunch. We ended up at the Jardin du Luxembourg, and we hung out there for a while.
We returned to the Eiffel Tower and braved the elevator, although we didn’t go all the way up. (The trip up to the top was rumored to take an hour, and I don’t really do heights anyway.) We instead went to the second level, where the views were amazing. We had my belated birthday dinner that night at La Coupole, and then we made our way to La Closerie des Lilas for a cocktail. This was one of the places where Ernest Hemingway wrote, and Mom ended up sitting at his seat at the bar.