Evening in Paris

It was a very long day of travel as we dragged our suitcases on the train from Lund to Copenhagen, hopped on an airplane to Paris, and squeezed ourselves into three shockingly crowded Metro trains during Friday night Parisian rush hour. On the last train, there wasn't an inch of my body that wasn't pressed up against a stranger. It was a tight, sardine-like squeeze, but we made it.

We're here in Paris, and it couldn't be more lovely. The weather is absolutely beautiful, mid sixties, clear skies and a light breeze. After checking in to our hotel and dropping our bags off (which I hated the sight of after being weighed down by them in the Metro), we changed out of our travel clothes and walked around Le Marais. We had a leisurely dinner with French wine, and capped it off with a plate of cheese and a creme brluee. Afterwards, we strolled around the neigborhood and peeked into the windows of the quirky little shops on the winding Paris streets.

We're back at the hotel now, exhausted and ready for a good night's sleep. Tomorrow... Who knows? Maybe the Picasso Museum and the Eiffel Tower?

It's good to be in Paris. It's such a lovely city.