On Sunday we were feeling a bit melancholy and lead-footed from our dose of Disney fun. But we rallied, heading early to the organic Sunday market for provisions for the week.

We spent the afternoon attempting to make sense of the mostly intellectual display at the Centre Pompidou, Paris' modern art museum. The highlight, a broad view of the city from the top floor, didn't require a self-aggrandizing paragraph from the museum's curators to interpret its merit.

From there we walked toward the Louvre. The surrounding Jardin des Tuileries had carved out a long, thin sliver fit for a summer fair, which was in its final days of revelry. I read about it on a beautiful Parisian blog called De Quelle Planete Es-Tu?.

We took a turn on the ferris wheel (10€ for three full turns) with views overlooking the Louvre and Montmartre. At the opposite end, we watched people catapulted into the sky in a metal orb called La Boule, on a ride that resembled an inverted bungee jump. Having had a sufficient dose of circles and heights for the day, I declined the challenge. Matt rose to the occasion, pairing up with a 16 year-old Moroccan kid in Paris on holiday. He claims the anticipation was the scariest part! Have a look for yourself....