Day 7- The elevator is out...click, and you don't know what an Oreo is?

Our last day in Paris....

My uncle was quite impressed with all that we had done and seen while in Paris, and agreed that we had done well, only one thing left to do. Go see the Arch d'Triumph and take a stroll down the Champs d'lysee.

By this time we had mastered how to get to the accessible metro stop, and even how to read which stops are "accessible" with great joy we discovered that the stop just below the Arch is accessible, so we purchased our tickets and went on our way.

Once we arrived at the station we began looking for the elevator, knowing what the French word for elevator looks like it was a lot easier then the beginning of our week. We find the series of elevators that slowly get us up to street level. The button on the last one doesn't seem to work. We press the button to get customer service to see if there is another elevator.

Bonjour, parlez-vous englaise? ( Hello do you speak English?)

Oui (yes)

The elevator doesn't seem to be working

The elevator is broken ...click(the customer service agent hangs up before we can ask more questions)

We push the button again

Bonjour, is there...

The elevator is broken... click

Ahh French customer service

So we head back down the series of elevators and go back a stop. This is when we realize that the previous stop is a lot further away and downhill then we thought it was.

After a long walk, during which I was positive my legs were going to fall off we finally made it!!!

I hadn't expected the stone work to be as intricate as it is. The artistry of the past never ceases to amaze me.

We then take a stroll down the Champs d'lysee (which thankfully is down hill to our apartment) and enjoy some last minute people watching. Seeing a McDonald's we have to stop so Matt can get a Royale with cheese(10 points will be awarded to anyone who can name the movie).

Upon entering the McDonalds I see an advertisement for an oreo mcflurry, as there is only one type of mcflurry that exists in my world ( that being an oreo one) I am thrilled and try to order one. However the cashier looks dumbfounded when I ask for an oreo mcflurry. Apparently they have never heard of oreos before ( that is explains some of the crankiness) and I settle for a kit kat one. I'm not sure what on earth they did to the kit kats!!!!

After finishing our stroll we packed up a bit before meeting my uncle for dinner. He was very excited to learn that we loved seafood and took us to enjoy some mussels. They came in this bucket, and they were steamed with cream and garlic, excuse me while I wipe my mouth as it waters from this yummalicous memory. If you are ever in Paris you must, must, must try a bucket of these tasty morsels.