Since my folks were flying out via Air France, we thought it'd be nice for me to come for a day and see them off. It was fantastic: me and Dad spoke French all day and the rents were impressed by how much I knew (I was sorta amazed I managed to a) ask where a pharmacy was b) ask for sore-throat meds c) maneuver paying for it). We ate at a French bakery, had dinner at a wine & cheese shop by a fireplace...MM! Nothing compared to London but hey can't blame 'em for that.
We saw Notre Dame, the Moulin Rouge, the Louvre, went in the Musée D'Orsay, and of course: