Oh la la!!

It has been such an excited, long, beautiful, and exhausting couple of days! First, let me tell you that Iceland has a kickass international airport that I got stuck in during a delay Thursday. It was bumpin'! There the sun doesn't rise until around 0930 and it only rises on half of the horizon, quite beautiful if you are by chance flying out at this time ;)

My flight arrived in Paris at 1315 (local time. 0715 est) and I took a cab to where I will call home for the next ten weeks.! Although we move into a bigger apartment later this week it will still be in Paris 👍🏻 I got to see Reesa and Rogan ;) and Hilary and Geoffrey were very relieved to have someone to help with the kids! Then because of the time difference I stayed up through the evening until the kiddos went to sleep. I had a wee bit of a melt down regarding my pain, but the flight took a lot out of me and I really needed to sleep. I did however get to go to a fresh seafood market and a all natural food store which were both spectacular!

My first full day in Paris was spent working out the kinks with phone plans and getting the new apartment secured. But I got to go to a huge, gorgeous department store, Le Bon March, that had just start decorating for the holidays! Here, in France but especially Paris in general, they go all out for Christmas and New Years!

My second day of 'sight seeing' was at the Musee D'Orsay. It is essentially right across from Le Louvre. Dig this-it was cold and raining out, absolutely miserable to be standing outside in a line that was about thirty minutes long, with 2 two year olds!!! All of the sudden a security guard comes up and takes us to a reserved entrance which got us in and through security in less than five minutes.  We had a bit off trouble accessing the special exhibit because there wasn't really an elevator or rap but we made it to the Splendeurs et Miseres, Images of Prostitution from 1850-1910.  It was surprisingly well done. It went into how girls were put into ballets to find rich 'keepers' or husbands by their mothers when that isn't really what happened, they would end up selling themselves to the wealthy men making a very good living.  It also explained how brothels, madams, and pimps changed prositituion as time went on. The artwork was incredible. I also got to see one wing of the Impressionist artists, including Monet, Renoir, Sisley, and Pissaro.

The architecture in Paris is beyond imaginable. Each street is different from the next and the inside of the buildings are just as beautiful and particular. ;) Words cannot do them justice so here are a few pics...