Paris, Day 1.

I didn't sleep well last night. Of course, sitting upright flying through six time zones isn't really the best way to get a good night's sleep.

But I'm here. I'm wet and thirsty. I had a toasted baguette and some truly wretched coffee. I've walked through the streets of this city for two of the four hours I've been here.

And I love it.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to camp out for a bit while I wait for Pigtails to get out of class, and we'll be off to get some actually good coffee.

It's going to be a good week. I can feel it in my damp, chilly bones.