The Paris metro system is laid out nearly perfectly; to the point that there are few places in the entire city that are more than a block away from a metro station. Oddly enough, one of those places that require a good deal of walking from the metro is the Eiffel Tower. The building is right in the center of a ring of metro stations, all of them being a good distance away. Isn't that weird? Because of this, we tend to get to the famous structure from different stations each time, allowing us to see all the sights on the way to the sight. Here's a picture of Sara standing to the side of the Australian Embassy, which we happened upon en route to dinner at Altitude 95 (more on that to come). We thought it would be appropriate to
take a picture, in tribute to the international status that we find our family in. Sara's brother, Tyler, is currently serving an LDS misison about seven thousand miles to the South East in Sydney, Australia, while we are five thousand three hundred miles from home in Paris. I've always considered it pretty neat that all of us country folk have had so many great opportunities to travel. George Harrison was wrong, the further one travels, the MORE one really knows, says I. But here's a chunck of Australia in downtown Paris. Funny how I am still not one hundred percent sure where the American Embassy is in Paris, but I know the way to about twenty other ones. Weird.
The Paris metro system is laid out nearly perfectly; to the point that there are few places in the entire city that are more than a block away from a metro station. Oddly enough, one of those places that require a good deal of walking from the metro is the Eiffel Tower. The building is right in the center of a ring of metro stations, all of them being a good distance away. Isn't that weird? Because of this, we tend to get to the famous structure from different stations each time, allowing us to see all the sights on the way to the sight. Here's a picture of Sara standing to the side of the Australian Embassy, which we happened upon en route to dinner at Altitude 95 (more on that to come). We thought it would be appropriate to 
take a picture, in tribute to the international status that we find our family in. Sara's brother, Tyler, is currently serving an LDS misison about seven thousand miles to the South East in Sydney, Australia, while we are five thousand three hundred miles from home in Paris. I've always considered it pretty neat that all of us country folk have had so many great opportunities to travel. George Harrison was wrong, the further one travels, the MORE one really knows, says I. But here's a chunck of Australia in downtown Paris. Funny how I am still not one hundred percent sure where the American Embassy is in Paris, but I know the way to about twenty other ones. Weird.
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