Marathon Sunday started with breakfast in the hotel. After Amatsia and Martha headed off to the starting line, the rest of us got ourselves to Place de la Nation for the 10K mark, where Martha was supposed to come past. We were on the right side of the barrier, watching the river of runners go by, hoping to pick her out — and we did, briefly, as she breezed through.
Then off down the hill find her again at 22 km. Same drill: pick a spot and watch the runners. Spotted her again. By that point Celia and Jeff had already left Paris, so it was just us with the Martha’s family. From there we hopped on the Métro and headed off to the finish line for the third and final sighting.
We walked through the throngs and found a bistro where we could replenish Martha with some pastries, water, and a glass of wine. She also video chatted with her grandmother, Rebecca’s mom.
After all that standing, navigating, and peering at runners, we collapsed later into the Latin Quarter for dinner at La Boussole.
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