Okay ... a few more ...

It's been brought to my attention that, despite general AWESOMENESS, my previous post, "Hey, look at the jerk-face Parisian parallel parker," wasn't a very complete or — what's the word that came up? — oh, yeah ... APPROPRIATE entry on our European adventure.

Fine. I'm a team player.

Here are a few more shots.

This is, no lie, an unPhotoShopped photo of the place where our friends, Heather and Mark, got married. Really:



This is me at the top, touching the flagpole:



This is Tam, who doesn't really care much for heights, yet climbed to the top of the tower, anyway:



(Seriously, the view was spectacular ... green field rippling like water when the wind blew ... towers visible in the distance ... good stuff.)

Then we went to Paris, where we went to the Louvre ... which (important traveler's tip) is closed Tuesdays. For some reason. Tuesdays. Seriously.



From there, we checked out the Eiffel Tower:



This is me, unimpressed at standing in line to buy tickets to go to the top:



At some point, we descended into the catacombs deep beneath the Parisian streets. They keep bones down here. HUMAN bones. I'm totally not making that up:



Back in Scotland, I paused long enough to firmly reinforce my geek cred by posing next to a potentially vicious "Keep Left" sign. (There are, at best, six people alive who might get that reference):



And then we flew back. I might have more, but let me close this out with a last shot of general kid cuteness (it's a staple in these parts):



Making it clear, they're ready to go NEXT time ...