Last Day in Paris

We ran along the Seine on Sunday morning, watched the city wake up, and then attended the international mass at Notre Dame.  The difference between the regular masses and the international one?  None.  I thoroughly enjoyed the homily.  The priest spoke in French, a language I do not understand,  so I found nothing offensive.

We had crepes on Ile St. Louis,

bought treats from Maison Kayser,

and bid "Adieu" to my new favorite city.