Whew! After a whole week of life changing, crazy-good things, we finally got to Paris via Reykjavik this morning. Not overly jet-lagged, but certainly tired as all get out.
France so far has been a one cab ride, two walks, and two meals experience. Sunday is really quiet in this little neighborhood. Funny thing about Paris: everyone speaks French here. I keep stumbling with Italian and Spanish, and they look at me like I’m a rare form of semi-cultured American idiot . Needless to say, we’re having fun.
I’ll post more later, but wanted to leave you with a photo of our first meal. Tartines – basically a fancy French open faced grilled sandwich. This one with Jamon (ham) the other one had Lardon – pork belly for us English speakers.