We had a blast. It was Paris, how could we not? Sometimes, in the words of the great Simon Cowell, I think I’m a little indulgent with the number of details I provide, so I will try to tame my overindulgence. You’re welcome.
The travel was interesting: we drove 4 hours to outside Glasgow, parked, rode a shuttle to the airport, napped Luke in the stroller there, flew an hour and a half to “Paris,” rode a chartered bus an hour into real Paris, caught the Metro with all our baggage, then walked 15 minutes to the apartment we rented. It was kind of nuts, but it worked. The kids didn’t even cry. In fact, I’m not sure there were many tears at all the whole trip. A year ago, I wouldn’t have imagined it.
On Day 1, we rode the metro out to the Eiffel Tower (Rebekah’s favorite site by far) where we were accosted by about 50 African men, all selling replicas of the Eiffel Tower. Our friends who went to Paris just a few days before we did emailed us about getting pick pocketed 15 minutes into their trip, so were sure everyone who approached us was trying to steal something. Thus, we may have been less than courteous at times, but we did arrive home with all our things and both children.
Disclaimer: We didn’t go to the top for several reasons: 1) It costs money, 2) the queue was quite long, even early in the morning, and 3) I am slightly scared of heights (well, I am scared of falling from high places and I worry about the kids A LOT). So, we just walked around and really enjoyed it from the ground where it was safe and free.














