Paris

When we got off the train from the airport, the nasty smell that wafted from the deep dark places in Paris was a little nauseating. We got off the train and had to catch the metro near the apartment where we had planned to stay. Luckily the directions were great and we found it without a lot of hassle. Besides the fact that I could feel Coby's nervousness, and no joke, mine as well. We found our place and entered the number of codes to get in and met a lady who spoke French and maybe some spanish. We made our way through the conversation which was awkward and humbling all at  once. We quickly learned what our lesson on this trip was: Our children need to learn another language. 

Paris involved a ton of walking, learning the metro, learning how to read the menus, and learning to communicate without looking like a tourist, and realizing... we are tourists. VERY HUMBLE NOW!

We saw everything, didn't go into any museums, walked a ton and then Coby met the sign that says L'Automoile d'Arte. Don't quote me on that, but it was Ralph Lauren's car collection which is as big if not rivals Jay Leno's collection. Coby made a deal with me-if I did a little shopping while he played Angry Birds, he went to the auto show in Paris: and even though I thought this might not be as great a deal as I thought, I agreed. I went into count them---two stores... OK maybe three. I bought a shirt and of course... shoes.  Then we quickly went the wrong way because in Paris the the address/numbers don't cross the street, but go across the street. So when we figured this out we found out it was right where we had lunch in the park (which was excellent by the way). We went in and I wanted to go into the museum store more than the car show, and then I saw the beautiful cars. When we got in the front of the line and I realized how cool these cars really are and what an absolute piece of work art these cars are, I tried to take a picture of them, the guard stepped in front of my camera and waved an understandable, NO!

When we went into a restaurant, a park, or any part of the city--you saw love. In the form of kissing, hugging, laughing, or otherwise you saw the closeness between the friendships or their loves. In any short of time we spent there it was obviously a place of closeness and love. Their city is metropolitan, high fashion and filled with tons of sites to see.

Our time in Paris was needless to say...too short. It was warm and cold all at once; A city that calls you in, spits you out, and invites you back for more. Merci Beaucoup!