After our late night yesterday, Esteban and I took it easy this morning and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast that stretched until noon. Then his dad and uncle Frank joined us for lunch.

Esteban wanted to do laundry and run some errands, so I volunteered to play tour guide for the afternoon. Dad and Frank didn’t want to see anything in particular. So I thought maybe they should see everything instead. I took them into town and we hopped on a Batobus.

Along the way, we impulsively decided to jump off at the Eiffel Tower and take the elevator to the top. It was a bit of an ordeal: Between the long lines and the sea of sweaty tourists, I was not the happiest of campers.

But when the elevator finally rose above the rooftops and people of 50 different nationalities uttered a collective “Ohhhhh!” I decided that it had all been worth it. The view was glorious. Dad and uncle Frank were in heaven.

We caught the last boat back and saw a lovely sunset/moonrise on the Seine. Dad and uncle Frank were in heaven … again.

We arrived at the apartment tired and footsore at about 8 p.m. Esteban greeted us with a salad, some green beans and a lovely roast chicken for dinner. Oh, and of course a crispy baguette and a couple of bottles of wine. Yum.

Well, that about wraps up my last Tuesday in Paris. Tomorrow we’re off to Giverny.