A family looks up at the Eiffel Tower. Most of a family, at any rate.

At the far end of Champs de Mars, across the street from École Militaire, there is a simple pavilion with “peace” etched into its glass walls in various languages.

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One that frequently comes in. I hate it when I send a text having forgotten to type anything at all.

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A quirky cafe we randomly dropped into to enjoy some espresso. (Well, drink some espresso and try not to make faces.)

This was my favorite area in Versailles’ Palace. The whole place spews grandiosity; this part, despite being built with what would likely be considered luxury finishes during the time it was built, is relatively simple and understated. It reminds me of the fantastic foyer and floor in the finished house from the movie The Money Pit.

Call me when you get this. I have a minor question to ask you.

Call me ASAP. I have an urgent question to ask you.

Messages that we coerced her to allow to have my sister put in her phone. They’re boring but intelligible. She’s since relapsed into MAspeak.

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Here’s the run RunKeeper claims I just did:

Suffice it to say, I didn’t spontaneously decide to run in a perfectly straight line across Grant and Millennium Parks. Here’s the run I actually did:

I see a few possibilities right off the bat:

1. My pace is so blazingly fast that no GPS device can accurately track me.
2. RunKeeper is terrible.
3. AT&T service in Chicago is terrible.

Guess which one of these is most likely.

Update: Same run, different day, worse result. Much worse. This time, I apparently decided to change course and run into the lake for a quick dip, then curve around through buildings until I ended up two blocks west of my building. Yep.

I wonder what they’re talking about.

A fence in Paris that was more decorated than it otherwise should have been. Nice touch, fence decorator.