It was Sunday morning, and what does that mean? Blood orange mimosas and brunch on the Seine, of course.
Champagne, juice, and pastries. (We've discovered these waffle things with giant sugar crystals in them that seem to be a common breakfast food out here. They are amazing.)
Other highlights of the day: sitting around at Paris Plage, where parts of the banks of the Seine turn into a beach for a month, watching hilarious little kid dance lessons at that same beach, a cool breeze all morning that felt absolutely heavenly after the last couple weeks of scorching temps.