I was traveling with 7 other college students from my study abroad program and we arrived in Paris early in the morning, around 8 or so. After checking into our hotel, we realized that we were all starving and definitely needed something to eat before heading off for the day's adventures.
I quickly found out that the French only eat meals at particular times of day, so the restaurants around our hotel were only serving coffee at 10:30AM, because breakfast time was over. After some wandering, we finally found a very cute little cafe that was serving a limited selection of food. The waitress was a lovely older woman who regrettably only spoke French. Well, regrettably for foolish me.
I started off confidently enough, but quickly realized I hardly understood a word from the menu or from her. I was the only person in our group who spoke any French, so it was incredibly unnerving, and embarrassing. In the end, the only thing I understood was that we could order hot cocoa and ham and butter baguettes. So I did the only sensible thing I could think of: I ordered one for everyone.
My favorite: Pain au chocolat (or chocolate-filled croissants)
This trip has already been so much different than my first trip to Paris. I have a family that includes a small baby, so I have spent a surprising amount of time in our hotel room while he naps. And I have been surprised at how much that doesn't bother me. I have had time to think, relax and read. Then, when he is awake, we go explore the city with Adam.
A mostly family photo on the converted walking gardens. So much airplane hair in this photo...
Place de la Bastille
A painting restoration studio. I think this job would be so scary and so cool!
Walking over one of the many bridges in Paris
I guess Fox was not impressed with the view