Our Eurostar arrived at Gare du Nord in Paris in the evening, and we took a cab to the apartment. While Mark was once capable of reading French philosophy and literature in the original language, his ability to actually speak the language -- which was never great to begin with -- was immediately tested. If only I could just wave a copy of Camus' The Rebel at people, and smile stupidly...and have all of my thoughts and desires instantly conveyed. Well, most of them, anyway.
Our apartment is well equipped, though very cozy. The bedroom (which we gave to the kids) is light and comfortable. Shana and I will sleep on the sofa bed in the living room/kitchen portion. This will enable us to have access to the TV and fridge while the kids are sleeping. We could also sneak out for a glass of wine around the corner too.
A few views of our Montmartre apartment, and its immediate surroundings, courtesy of Shana:
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| The kids, playing with Snickers and Rayna -- our constant stuffed companions on the trip (the animals, not the children) |
