Flight.
On Saturday morning, we packed up, cleaned the house, and headed to DC for some Cafe Rio. We boarded the largest plane I've ever seen (A380, it was seriously huge) and were on our way!
As always, I figured our flight was doomed fall into the sea (probably somewhere near Greenland) and we would freeze to death clinging to broken airplane bits, like a modern version of Titanic. I contemplated bringing an extra coat. But a little turbulence and a few movies later, we landed in Paris.
Dad was already there, having flown in from Sydney the day before. We met him at the airport before dawn and went directly to his hotel to take a nap. I was exhausted when we woke up an hour later, the time change was pretty disorienting. We picked up Mom, Rich, and Cait, and got on the RER B to the city!
Bonjour, Paris!
I tend to build things up to unreachable ideals in my mind. I expected Paris to be magical.
And guess what? It was. It was better than Disneyland.
I thought it would be appropriate to start our first day in Europe at the Eiffel Tower, so we walked there right away. We got delicious baguette + salami + swiss sandwiches and sat in the Trocadero admiring the view.
I never thought I'd see it in person, but there it was, and so much more beautiful than in pictures. I could have stayed there all day.
I never thought I'd see it in person, but there it was, and so much more beautiful than in pictures. I could have stayed there all day.
It turns out that was our only visit to the Eiffel Tower. But I filled our schedule to the brim, so we soon left for Les Invalides and the Rodin museum.
Napoleon's tomb.
The best part of the Rodin museum was the grounds... that's why I wanted to see it!
The wall outside the museum was covered with kids' entry stickers, now including Cait's.
By the end of the day, our feet were killing us! So worth it.
By the end of the day, our feet were killing us! So worth it.
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