On our final day, April 2nd, I stuck close to our little hotel neighborhood, Vickie walked back to LePoste to mail postcards, and walked back along Rue Mouffetard where she picked up THE best rotisserie chicken, carrots and potatoes in France from Rotisserie Segar which we ate in our room while watching a peaceful protest in the Pantheon square from our window, but never figured out what they were protesting.
We just hung out, finished our packing and set the alarm for 3 am.







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