We decided during planning, it would be a good idea to get back to Paris early to ensure we didn’t miss our flights home. We also thought we had overbooked Paris and this last day could be used as a catch up of anything we had missed. We did not take into account how tired we would be. I really just wanted to lay in the hotel all day. But, we decided to at least go on a search to buy some art we could bring back. No such luck, the quick google search led us to cheap, disappointing studios. One was filled with obscene adult cartoons. DEFINITELY not my style. Another studio looked as if high school students were selling art. We gave up and headed to dinner in search of Pho. The highest recommended place did not look like it was open and was down a questionable alleyway. We choose the next rated Vietnamese place and were a little disappointed. We decided it was time to call it a day.
We headed back to the hotel, had a few beers, and decided to try the pool! Before changing into a swimsuit, I wanted Aaron to see if it had a hot tub, so after our drinks, he headed into the pool area. In Europe (or fancy hotels?), they have a tiny walk through pool before you get to the pool (to wash your feet off?). Well… Aaron may have overlooked that and walked right through it.. in his dress shoes… With clenched jaw and wet pant leg, he told me there was no hot tub, but there was a mini pool. I ROLLED with laughter.
While relaxing in the pool and sauna, we agreed we were both glad to be going home. With no emergencies, few arguments, many laughs, and great memories, we decided the trip was a definite success.