"Oh look." Rory said, the line's over there.

"It's for the elevator." Dean said. Rory headed to the back of the line. "Wait, why don't we just walk, look." He pointed to the sign that said stairs.

"Wait Dean." Rory began, but Dean had already started to go. She began following him climbing up the stairs. "Dean, there's a lot of steps…"

"It'll be good exercise." He argued.

"No I mean A LOT of steps."

"Just come on," He said taking her hand.

"1665." Rory said.

"Okay. Let's go wait in line for the elevator." Dean said.

"What a good idea. Why didn't I think of that." Rory said sarcastically.

They waited in line and rode up the elevator. They arrived and Rory said, "Whoa, look at the view."

Dean and Rory stood looking out the full length window. He put his arm around her. After spending a moment admiring the view of the city, they looked around. "Look there's even a restaurant." Dean said pointing.

"So fancy though." Rory said.

"What about over there." He said pointing to a more casual one."

"That's nice." She said.

"You want to go tonight?"

"Okay." Rory said happily.

Dean went to go make a reservation, and though it was short notice, they were lucky and there was a cancellation. Dean bought Rory an Eiffel tower souvenir and they rode the elevator back down.

"I'm hungry." Rory said.

"What would you like?" Dean said.

"Ice Cream."

"How did I know junk food was going to be the answer to that question."

Rory laughed. "No really. I went to this really good ice cream place nearby, last time."

"Okay. Where?"

"Now if I knew that I'd already be walking."

"Do you know the name at least?"

"Berthillon."

Rory asked a nearby store owner, and they took a taxi. "All of the ice cream is good there. My favorite is pear, and oooh maybe strawberry."

"Vanilla, s'ils vous plait." Dean said to the man working there.

"Boring." Rory said. "Pear, et strawberry s'ils vous plait."

"Mmmm…" Dean said swallowing his first bit of the vanilla.

"Good, huh?" She said also enjoying her first bite, chomping into her ice cream cone.

"What's next?" Dean asked.

"The Louvre."

Rory and Dean looked around the museum, but not too extensively. They walked around to find the Mona Lisa. There was a large crowd around it and it was much smaller than Dean expected but it was pretty. Dean wrote Clara a postcard with the Mona Lisa on it.

As they left the museum "Have you read the Da Vinci Code?" Dean asked by way of making conversation.

"Yep? Have you?"

"Nope."

"You have to read it! It's really good!"

"You say that about every book." Dean smiled

"That's because there are so many good books. But I think you'll like this one."

"Okay, okay. I'll give it a try."

They went inside Notre Dame, but couldn't spend to long, because it was 6:30 and they had to get back to the Eiffel tower by 7, for dinner.

They were waiting for the elevator, "You sure you don't want to take the steps?" Rory teased him.

"Hey, how was I supposed to know there was 1665!"

"Forrester." Dean said to the man holding the reservation book.

"Right this way." He replied.

They sat down at a table for two, by the window with a beautiful view of Paris.

They ordered their dinner and Rory started up the conversation. "We never set a date."

"Okay. So what were we thinking May, June?"

"Well I graduate the 18th…"

"How ready are we for the wedding? I mean not us but the stuff, invitations, and stuff."

"Pretty good. We'll send out the invitations when we get home."

"How about the next Saturday? You graduate on Sunday the 18th, or is that too much for one week?"

"Nope, that sounds good. So it'll be May 24th?"

"Perfect." Dean said.

They ate their dinner and stopped at the crepe place, because Rory begged for one last chocolate crepe. Then they rode the train back to Belgium.