And back to Paris


Last day in Mallorca. On the way to the airport we went via Es Grau. This cafe is way up on the side of a mountain. I don't think I've seen such a spectacular view. Ever!


See what I mean?


And perfect weather too!

Visited the Chateau Versailles today. That's me in the middle of a group of lads from Quebec!

Not quite the TGV but fun! Went for a ride all around the magnificent gardens of Versailles Chateau.

A sample of inside. Phwar!

The Louvre

Guess which painting you need a telescope to see?

From under the pyramid.

Last night in Paris. Can't believe it's over. Sigh.

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Anonymous said…
You are invincible!
Friday, April 17, 2009 8:54:00 am
Anonymous said…
Wow! I've only had 24 hours in London and I'm in a knot over its beauty and richness... can't begin to fathom how saturated and awed you must be, judging by these amazing pics!

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xxx
Friday, April 17, 2009 7:03:00 pm
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