Except for the sardine can that was the tube from Victoria to St. Pancras, the trip was incredibly easy.
A little over two hours later, Paris!
Little Brewer #1 wanted to visit the Eiffel Tower. This was a total act of maternal love on my part because Brewgal does not like heights.
Of course, the lines were insane.
This is the queue to get tickets to go through security so you can get in the queue for the elevator to go up.
The view was worth it, however. I had never been up the Tower at night and even though I couldn't make it all the way to the edge, the panorama was stunning.
Every so often (once an hour?) the flashbulbs on the outside of the Tower go off in display.
We stayed at the Park Hyatt Vendome (Hello, Hyatt? Love the Next Big Thing Promotion!) so I ordered room service breakfast.
I SO want to live in this hotel.
A quick dash to Notre Dame,
at which point LB1 started to wear out.
It's the "Do we HAVE to?" look.
Finally, Gare du Nord back to London.