...nowhere really. By the time we got to Hotel de Ville, Patrice called uncle. In all fairness we had been walking for about 6 hours. He mentioned he could see how my sister would be upset at me after all the walking I made her do when we came last year. We walked past the Hotel de Ville, which was hung with blue banners in honor of Ingrid Betancourt's release and Paris visit, and headed back in the direction of the Louvre.
Patrice asked if I wanted to have dinner the next day, and with instructions on how to buzz up I headed home.
Thank you to Patrice for being such a gracious and fun host!
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