That plane ride was not fun. I thought I had a hard time sleeping on planes without kids. With kids, it’s a whole lot worse. Oh, and I felt light-headed at one point and lost circulation to my fingers so I had to lay down on the floor by the bathrooms with my feet up. That was fun.
But, once we got to Paris things got easier. Border control was a breeze, we got our luggage and took the B train into Paris.
We got lost in a mall and saw a car driving along a pedestrian walkway and hit a stair railing in front of a 500 year old church all within 30 minutes of arriving at our local train station.
We walked along Rue Montorgueil dodging bikes and motorcycles to our rental apartment a few blocks away. I’ll post a comparison of our AirBNB 10 years ago and the one now, tomorrow.
After settling in, we headed out for dinner and I was reminded of a few things.
The French love to smoke after their meals on patios.
Ask for still water unless you want to pay for a bottle of sparkling.
Frambois is a Belgian beer, not French.
In France, you wait on your server. They do not wait on you.
But, at least the food was delicious. Lindsey had scallops, I had duck breast, and the kids had fried chicken and fried fish. We had a charcuterie platter with some odd meats and 5 beers. It was a long meal.
Afterwards, I found a grocery store with water and some local beers and Lindsey and the kids got gelato. It’s 1:00 PM in Murrieta, so I’ve got some work to do. But after that, bed time.
