A day in Paris

It has been approximately 50 years since Andrew's mom, Barbara, has been to Paris. She says much of it is the same; there are just more people now. To my American mind, this is difficult to comprehend, as is much of this city of huge old stone buildings, enormous monuments and museums, fast moving traffic, and countless sidewalk cafes.

Barbara on the airplane to Paris

We are having a nice time, but I'm honestly overwhelmed. I initially didn't want to play tourist, but once you see some of the offerings in person, it's impossible to turn your back on them. They are simply amazing, in terms of size, scope, and history. My french is coming back a little, too. One waitress even told me I spoke well, although I think she was just being kind. :)

Here are some pics at the cafes, to tide you over as I prepare the next blog of monuments and architecture, including a boat ride down the Seine river.

Taken by the waiter on his iPhone and emailed to me. So kind!

I think this means Paris never sleeps? ;)