We arrived in Paris on Friday afternoon. Beautiful and warm. The whole time I was on the train all I could hear in my head was, "riding on the metro-ooo-ooo!"
Hello, Metro.
We got into our apartment, which is in the morais neighborhood. It's a hopping area, with a good mix of grungy, cheap, boutique, hipster. Kind of like the crotch (damen/division/Milwaukee) in Chicago.
The apartment is cute and is has a washing machine. Needless to say that baby has been cranking since we got here.
Bad news...no dryer. Our windows have been looking like a rummage sale display.
The funny thing about our place is the staircase. Darby has fondly titled them the stairs of death. There seems to be a bit of construction going on.
Sturdy, but a bit precarious after a few glasses of fine French wine.
This is the kitchen/dining/ living area all in one compact bundle.
Our bedroom. Darbs is delighted to be on the pullout with like 8 fat comforters.
We decided to walk a bit the first day to get a lay of the land.
Hello, Louvre.
Hello, eiffel tower.
Hello, model doing a jeans photo shoot.
Hello, arc de triumphe.
Hello, lock bridge.
Good night, Paris.
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