We all took one last walk in the park outside our hotel before our 3:15am wake up call. We are all exhausted, but filled with lifelong memories of food, friends, and Pat's bowels.
6:00 am flight to Paris
Kev and I considered heading into Paris on our 5 hour layover, but got talked out of it by epic lines at immigration, our own cluelessness, and pretty French airport workers. They convinced us it was a far better idea to get drunk in airport lounges. We agreed.
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