One thing I liked about Paris (and France/Belgium in general), was the french. I felt much more comfortable with that foreign language than I do with German. Those 4 years of classes in elementary school, along with a good 25 years of reading the backs of cereal boxes and shampoo bottles really made me feel better. I was pulling out random french words I remembered left and right. Tres magnifique mon ami!
Here's are the slides.
|Henry wanted to order a glass of Merlot with his tartine but obviously a nice oaky Chardonnay is the right pairing choice. He needs to learn so much!|
|How come rain never shows up in pictures? I swear it was raining. ...There's the "square one" as Henry would call it, the Arc De Triomphe. Simply spectacular!|
|A very impressive piece of work. Must have felt like quite the victory.|
|I love Henry's face here.|
|lil 'ol me.|
|Guess how many strangers starting taking pictures of our kids at this moment. Hopefully they don't end up on a billboard somewhere. That actually happened to my friend in Taiwan.|
|McDonald's trying to get all fancy schmancy on us. FYI - macaroons are NOT my favorite. O-VER-RATE-ED.|
|We were feeling the love in the city of love.|
|Jane feels the love by trying to pinch my tongue.|
|Entrance to the Louve. We almost bailed because of the long line (that circled around much longer than this photo shows). But Mona was calling us! I got in for free because I'm "unemployed". Who says motherhood doesn't pay??|
|Prettiest museum I've been in.|
|There she is. Right at the back. Sharpen your elbows Henry, WE'RE GOING IN!|
TOO MANY PEOPLE!!! We said good-bye to Mona and headed back to our peaceful crowd-and line-up-free hotel. Had to get our beauty sleep to get ready for Disney. Up next.