I woke up in our car on a small road in Paris in a very popular suburb. I slept on the back seat. Mum got scared of the people walking past the car at night. The noise of broken glass outside frightened her. Dad slept ok in the front seat because he was knackered from driving so far. We went for breakfast. I had a croissant. The lady rang us about the key they had given us the wrong code. We can now get into the apartment yippee. We took the car back. We have driven a long way. We went to the Eiffel Tower in the afternoon but it was closed. I couldn't climb it. I was sad. We stayed and looked at it for a while. We caught a train back. Mum and I walked to the top of a hill on Montmartre and saw a big church. Outside of the church lots of people gathered and played bongo drums and were having picnics. We could see the Eiffel Tower all lit up at night. We slept in our apartment tonight and packed for tomorrow's train trip to London. We had soup for dinner in our apartment we were all very tired. I liked looking out of the window of our apartment at the many people on the street below. Paris has been my favourite place so far. People play music and sing on the trains. I gave them some money so they could get something to eat for dinner.