L'Arc de Triomphe (and how one little person terrorized it)

After lunch, Aunt Linda and Uncle Bill wanted to see the L'Arc de Triomphe. So off we went to the Champs d'Elysee to find it. That wasn't hard, given the way it looms over Paris. We took the requisite photographs with the arch in the background and then decided to walk through the subterranean passage to emerge inside and take a closer look. Only at the end of the passageway did we discover the admission toll which is required to go up into the roundabout where the arch sits. I can't imagine why anybody actually pays admission to stand under a large piece of masonry in the middle of a busy city street and stare, and we weren't willing to part with our Euros either. So we returned the way we came and stopped at the local McDonald's for a pit stop. As usual, Cecily had a "I'll do it myself" moment in the bathroom, which given the circumstances really didn't work. When she was told she would not be doing it herself, she decided to throw an impressive, scream-at-the-top-of-her-lungs and even foam-at-the-mouth fit, which she continued right into the street. So here we are in the picture above along Paris's busiest boulevard with a magnificent monument as a background watching Cecily writhe and scream for the benefit of all Paris. For sure, it was a proud parenting moment.