We are here! Paris, France. We navigated Charles de Gaulle airport peacefully, even pausing to work with our various technologies for maps,apartment locations, calls to the rental office before we found our RER (think GO train in Ontario) and the Metro to the 3rd district – Marais. We ‘high five’ each other once we found the rental office. With stored luggage, we can now focus on reading cafe menus and finding a quiet spot to simply ‘be’. We are tired from the long transatlantic flight shared with a cacophony of overwrought, little ones.

While navigating the streets of Paris, this is where real life happens. Shops are buzzing. Restauranteurs are ready to receive patrons. There is no page in the ‘what to see’ book regarding the third district, explainable by the simple rhythm of life.

Parisens are very friendly! They have been accommodating and helpful. They have been empathetic, not because they pity us. We feel that they are throwing the door open to us to have an incredible experience while in their city.

Dejeuner – lunch was a delectable selection of chocolate crepes, omelette, and onion soup. For some reason in North America we have to distinguish the soup as ‘French’ onion, but of course where it originates, this is far too obvious. We toast the moment and relax. Proud of ourselves and simply grateful. Day 1 is going well…always such a challenging day. We are granting each other lots of grace as we navigate technology, maps vis a vis our tiredness. It is vacation…but…your brain? Don’t leave home without it.

Following our repas at Fontaine Sully, we mustered the energy to walk to Victor Hugo’s house just before The Bastille. Every where I look there is an integral part of history to behold. All with baggage in tow waiting for our apartment to be ready.

We are enthralled and this is after four hours! When we finally arrived at our pied a terre we are smugly awaiting our next day of exploration. Once Katherine completes our tour, we settle in for transition to our European time zone and sleep for a few hours. Following the example of our neighbors we saunter outside looking for the corner epicerie to stock the kitchen and prepare dinner.

The menu fixe was Ratatouille made from market fresh ingredients. Comforting and delicious. The commerce for the day has drawn to a close. Only few voices can be heard in a musical backdrop on our winding street. We are chatting about how best to capture this amazing city in a few short days…I will be keeping you up to date with our exploits. I can promise you this…the patisserie – bakery will become very familiar.


About Diary of a Changed Woman

Living a blessed life in Canada with my husband on the beautiful shores of Lake Huron. I work as a Human Resources consultant to small business. I love my family - our grandchildren are the loves of my life. I'm a change agent personally and professionally. Change is what I'm about - no matter what!
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