The next morning, we tried to find a train to the airport, but at 4:00am, there weren't any. We ended paying for a taxi to the airport and flew to Paris.
We checked in at our hotel, where David was yelled at by a Frenchman (a must-have experience). Our hotel was located next to a Carrefour, which came in very handy getting things to eat for Tyler. We went straight to La Tour Eiffel:We decided to climb the stairs to the first level.
Tyler decided he didn't want a backpack nap, so we carried him:

I stood here for a smooch....

...from this handsome guy!


I was nervous about the glass floor:
But Tyler loved it:
Then we hopped on this beautiful train to Versailles:

Tyler was such a good sport, but his jet lag really caught up with him that day. He hadn't been hungry earlier at lunchtime, so we bought him a waffle from a vending machine at the stop for Versailles. He was one happy kid (temporarily). And no wonder--that waffle tasted like a doughnut!

Tyler got a little violent when his waffle was gone. He really needed another nap.
David is not laughing here. He was bleeding by the time we got Tyler to sleep!

Versailles was beautiful.
The famed Hall of Mirrors:We bought tickets to ride "Le Petit Train" to view the gardens and the Chateaux de Trianon. A couple of Asian tourists gave Tiki some chocolate.
The Trianon:
The gardens at Versailles:
The Petit Train had sounded like so much fun.... It was so slow and Tyler was so cranky. I even got yelled at by the cranky train driver when I asked when the last train would return to the palace from the Trianon--I was so excited he had understood my French! Riding the Petit Train ended up being one of those terrible experiences that becomes hilarious after you get home.
Tyler finally zonked on the train back to Paris.
David tried to teach me how to take a selfie while we ate sandwiches for dinner. Je ne peux pas faire ça très bien.
David mastered the art of the selfie. Our balcony at the hotel:
























































