After exploring the Eiffel Tower for about half an hour, we went to see the Arc de Triomphe, and many other places all around Paris.

It was fun seeing all the landmarks, and tourist attractions.

Of course we didn't look at all of the landmarks since we took a break for a late lunch, and wanted to look at some tomorrow.

We decided to stop at a cute little café that was set back from the rest of the buildings, and was around the edge of a little square with a pretty fountain in the middle.

It was nice and quiet, unlike all the other places we had been, which was good since I was starting to get a headache from all the noise, and heat.

After the little accident on the top of the Eiffel Tower, Phineas went mostly back to his old self, but still seemed to be keeping an eye out for me.
It was quite curious, especially the fact that we've held hands a couple times since then, and he didn't seem to mind.

Someone even stopped us on the street, and said we were such a cute couple.
Phineas did tell her we weren't together, but I don't think it ever occurred to him to stop holding my hand. It was really cute.

"What are you ordering?" Phineas asked as he leaned over in his metal chair next to me to look at my menu as our group sat outside in the sunshine.

"Um, I can't pronounce it, but I think it's like, a cranberry pecan chicken, sandwich thing." I explained humorously as I pointed to the small picture printed on the laminated menus.

"Yum." Phineas replied before looking back at his menu. "Ive decided, but I can't read in French either, so I have no idea what I'm getting." He chuckled as he put his menu down after closing it.

I giggled.
"Doing a blind taste test sort of thing, aren't cha'?" I asked as I poked his arm.

Phineas grinned.
"Yeah, you could say that." He admitted just as the waiter came back with our drinks.

After we had ordered, we waited for our food while we watched, -well, I watched- people walk by, and ducks swim in the fountain, splashing water into the air when they flapped their wings.

As I watched the ducks with way too much interest for it to be normal, I saw a glimpse of a familiar figure sitting on the bench across the square with a girl, who also looked familiar.

I couldn't see them clearly since the fountain was in the way, so I just shrugged it off, and turned my attention back to the conversation being held at our table.

One of them was obviously a guy, and looked a little bit like Buford, but I don't think it was him since I don't think Buford likes traveling, besides he said before we left that he was going to visit his grandma or something, and I know she doesn't live in Paris.

"Right Isabella?" Phineas suddenly asked me.

I turned my head towards Phineas. "What?" I asked, since I hadn't been paying attention.

"I said that we enjoyed seeing the Eiffel Tower, right?" Phineas repeated before taking a sip of his water.

"Oh!" I replied. "Yeah. The view was really pretty." I added quickly.

~Time Skip~

After we had eaten, Mr. And Mrs. Flynn-Fletcher and the boys went inside to pay, and use the bathroom, and I was curious to see who had been sitting on the bench on the other side of the square so I rushed over to the fountain and started to slowly walk around to the other side as I waited for the boys to come out.

"Yeah, Hamlet is the first semi-educational play they've ever put on." I heard a raspy voice say.

That sounded a lot like Buford...

Tired of the "suspense" I quickly walked the rest of the way around and saw Buford and some girl with short black hair talking on the bench.

Huh! What do you know? I was right!

"Buford?!" I asked in astonishment, then I looked closer at the girl he was sitting with as I walked closer. "Brigitte?!" I asked, even more surprised.

Both turned their heads to look at me, and they looked just as surprised as was.

"I thought you were visiting your grandma. Whatcha' doin' here? I asked.

"Isabella?" Buford asked. "But, I-I thought you were on vacation with Phineas and Ferb in London." Buford said -who looked utterly confused, and almost scared as I confronted him.

Wow. Buford does not listen well.

"Paris, Buford. Paris." I corrected. "I'm on vacation with Phineas and Ferb in Paris." I emphasized. "Besides, what are you doing here?" I asked again as I stood in front of the two.

"Buford came to visit me." Brigitte explained with her thick French accent. "Isn't that sweet?" She asked.

This of course made Buford blush, which I didn't know he could do.

Huh, I guess Brigitte has that effect on him...how cute!

"Oh I see..." I trailed off as I heard two familiar pairs of footsteps approach.

"There you are Isabella!" I heard Phineas exclaim as he came up to me.
"Hey! What are you doing here Buford?" He asked as Ferb took his usual place next to his brother.

"I'm visiting Brigitte." Buford said as Brigitte patted his arm with her hand.

"Oh, well that's nice." Phineas said politely. "Come on Isabella, mom said we're heading back to the hotel." He explained before walking off with Ferb.

"Nice to see you again Brigitte." I said before waving, and following the boys.

Now why would Buford come all the way to Paris to see Brigitte?
Well, that's an obvious answer.
He still likes her!