Aren't surprises the best?
Somewhere between our anniversary and Nola's interest in all things France, we ended up here.
Paris. This was Nola's first trip to Europe and she was prepared.
She learned several words and phrases in French and arrived with a positive attitude and adventurous spirit.
We kept the museums to a minimum....
Never staying longer than 2 hours at each stop.
Which was the perfect amount for both FATHER and DAUGHTER.
One of our favorites on this trip was the army museum.
I found plenty to photograph.
And we explored all the nooks and crannies.
Eventually we ended up at the tomb of Napoleon -- something to see.
Exhausted with the time change and travel, she smiled from the moment she stepped off the plane. Who needs sleep when you are looking out at the famed Seine River.
This photo is one of my favorites. I love the way we are standing together -- hands on hips and knees bent. Props to daddy for an awesome capture.
Now...on to ice cream. Nola noticed this little truck serving ice cream at the foot of the Pont Alexandre III bridge.
She asked Dennis and I if we could stop for a snack. Just as I was about to step up to read the menu, Dennis told her she could have it as long as she ordered it herself.
We stood back and watched her go for it. In perfect french she said, "One chocolate ice cream, please."
Her bravery surprises us each day.