
Sloane is cute.

Atlanta airport. Lance and Sloane were both totally sick on the flight home from Heathrow. Sloane threw-up on both Lance and Grace, more on Grace. She threw-up over Grace's shoulder onto her seat, and when Grace sat back in her chair she got it all over her back. She threw-up down Lance's chest mid-flight. He had no other clothes, so he just wore these dirty ones the whole time. He is even sleeping in them in this picture.

Poor baby Sloane.


Sloane didn't really notice the planes.

On the Heathrow Connect with Grandma Crisler.

Catching our last cab ride.

We made a stop at Sloane Street. This is London's high fashion district. Harrods in also near by.




On the tube home for the last time.


Kensington Palace. This is the King's hall, near his painting room.

Princess Diana's former bedroom.

A bus.

You had wait in line for about an hour to get into this store at Selfridges on Oxford Street.

Sunny London.

Sloane's seat on the Eurostar.

She likes the bullet-train.

last happy morning in gay Paris.

Still so sleepy, and a little sick.

We went to Le Marais.

Got food at a Falafel joint down in the Jewish section of Le Marais.


Good Jewish/French eats. Frekken good. You should go.

Look at Sloane and you can see just how good the food was. Her cheeks are stuffed.



Le Marais is definitely worth a stop. Cool shops and streets.

Lots of shops like this.

And shops like this.

Along the Rue de Rivoli. This is a good shopping district.