Happy and Pink

After our huge day in the amusement park, we went out for pizza. Yes, it is France, not Italy, but we've found a good place just a block or two away, and it makes both of us happy.

To be fair, we've had some ordering challenges. Since Isabella only likes plain pizza, the margherita is our pizza of choice. But, the description seems misleading, because it lists tomatoes as one of the ingredients, not tomato sauce. So, we have ended up the last two meals with just cheese on crust. Pretty good, but odd.

The wine pictured here is one of my favorite styles of rose, from Tavel. It made me happy to have this petite bottle all to myself.

After dinner, we took a nice walk and looked at all the windows and all the people still out well after 9 just waiting for their dinners.

Oh, not only am I afraid of heights, I'm also petrified of roller coasters and water rides.

So, after the ferris wheel, what did we do next? The log ride.

Can you see my expression in the photo? Yes, we bought the souvenir photo since it is unlikely you will ever find me on one of these things again.

Isabella was very proud of herself for going on since she was afraid. And, so was I. She delighted in telling my dad that not only did I scream, but that I also used some choice curse words.

But, I'm good on dry land for the forseeable future.

Ferris Wheel Over Paris

Did you know that I'm really afraid of heights? Isabella knows this. But, she is also very aware that I will conquer my fears when it comes to enjoying things she might like to do.

And, so, nauseous and sweaty all the way, we went up in a huge ferris wheel. The views were fantastic. The car we were in was enclosed, but I opted on to look down, I was just too scared.

The guy running the ride left us in for at least 4 complete cycles, so we had plenty of time up in the air to enjoy the view.