DAY 6 & 7: July 14th is Bastille Day in France. It’s like the American Fourth of July, if you will. I had done research trying to plan out what we wanted to do for that day. A parade in the morning? ….we were so exhausted from the last few days we slept in. An all white picnic along the canals of Versailles?…..we had just been there. And of course there is the famous fireworks at the Eiffel Tower at night. That was tempting but with all the kids in tow? Taking into consideration that it doesn’t get dark until after 10:00 and the crowds would be crazy, we opted not.
So on our last day in Paris we first went to see Saint Chappelle. BEAUTIFUL!
We took some pics around town. 
Then we trekked around The Notre Dam. Found some fun shops to get souvenirs and tried an ice cream shop that was recommended by friends. Berthillon had a huge line in front of it, but trust me, it was so worth the wait. YUM!
By afternoon the city was hopping with people. We felt the need to get the kids back to our little safe haven, the apartment. So off we went to pack up and get ready for our voyage to England.
By now, you are probably thinking to yourself that we had the perfect time, with zero meltdowns and no complaining. HA, that is why I love photographs. As I look through our photos I get all warm inside remembering the happy moments and the painful comments of the kids “I am so tired” and ”I can’t walk anymore,” seem to be forgotten.
Sunday was a busy day. We woke up early and went to Church. In the main chapel they spoke French, off to the side they had a room translated in English. It was fun to sing the hymns in French. I am kind of wishing we had ventured into the french speaking Chapel.We were then off in a hurry to get to the train station. Note to self…Don’t schedule a train ride out of Paris the day after Bastille Day. It took us an entire two hours to get through the security. Fortunately, we made our train. We took the Eurostar to St. Pancras Station in London. We pulled out a few toys from our bags to entertain Piper and Max and pulled out baguette sandwiches and croissants to settle the rumbling in our tummies.
Then the real excitement began. In London we picked up a car to drive out to The Cotswolds. We stayed in a little town called Chipping Camden. Driving on the left side of the rode through the beautiful lush green countryside of England was beyond exhilarating. I suggest that if at all possible bring a 17 year old boy on your trip with you. HAHA. It took all three of us too navigate. Evan drove. I sat in the passenger seat following the directions on the I phone. Parker sat in the middle back seat watching for signs and navigating. But we made it. Oh what a stressful, exhausting yet exhilarating and fun day. I wish I had taken more pictures but my camera was packed in my bag and wedged in our tiny car under feet. We arrived here around 9:00 pm and ate a delicious meal at our hotel.