By the morning of the third day in Paris, I had hit my stride and I felt up to the monstrous undertaking that is the Louvre. We breakfasted (oh the chocolate almond croissants!) and then headed out into the bright sunshiny world. The weather (which I haven't mentioned yet) was glorious. It stayed in the 60s with early morning clouds that gave way to brilliant sun. Even the days that promised rain were only light showers easily overcome by sun. Perfection for walking your tootsies off.