We were told we needed our passports to get in. Heavy. We took the metro to the area and started walking towards the Ambassador's house
. An armed guard came out to shoo us off the sidewalk when in a Wayne's World style we held up our invitations. The security guy said, "I thought you were tourists." And I said, "We are." I think most attendees were dressed much more fancy than us, and probably were arriving by car. We were ushered in and our passports were checked and our names checked off the list. We then had to go through a metal detector to get into the courtyard to the massive palace that is the Ambassador's residence. This street, Rue Saint-Honore
is like the Rodeo Drive
of Paris, real fancy. We were entering high society.