April 10th, 1998
This day is Good Friday. We got up, had breakfast and headed into Paris.
Since this was Easter Weekend and Good Friday was a holiday, Andy and I were greeted with very long lines, everywhere. We started first at the l'Arc the De Triomphe. Andy had this thing where he didn't want me to ask anyone to take our photos because he didn't want the French to know we were tourists. However, if the person we approached was Asian, then it would be ok to ask them to take our photo. Luckily, I found such a person at the L'arc and we had our photo taken at the top of the structure.
After this we wandered over to Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. We were really discouraged by the long lines. I told him about Feyrouz Deli, a Lebanese place, where I had my first shwarma sandwich 10 years ago. We decided to go there and eat. I thought I knew exactly where it was, but 10 years was a long time ago and it took us a couple of hours and a few beers to find it. But we did find it and I discovered it had grown to a full service restaurant. The food was outstanding and we had a great dinner.
I could tell that Andy's claustrophobia was bothering him on the subway and unfortunately, there was only one above ground line that ran. Fortunately it was the one that took us to the Eiffel Tower. Since this was Easter Weekend, the buses were on a very small schedule and many of them were not running. So, we were pretty much forced to use the subway. I could tell that this was going to restrict our movement in the city.
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Everybody has their quirky thing. Andy's was picture taking and fear of enclosed spaces. It made me crazy. I did however manage to have about 3 or 4 pictures taken of the two of us together.
You know, Amy, in hindsight, he may just not have wanted to approach people.
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