
And here are the children up there:

They next attempted to go up to the top of the Eiffel Tower, but the very tippy top place was closed, so they did the second level:

Later that evening, I took a walk by myself, feeling very high on noveling and being in Paris. I had my little netbook with me and imagined I might duck into a cafe or something, and write a few scenes. I looked back up at the apartment and saw the outline of Dan in the window -- it was strange seeing his familiar shape in the middle of that building. I walked down Rue du Fauberg St. Honore, which was very quiet, and ran into a lot of closed sidewalks and gendarmes and other more exotic looking police types, outside embassies and whatnot. I'm pretty sure the President of France has his home on this street -- that could account for some of the security. Then it began to lightly rain and I trotted home quickly.
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