Our Last Night in Paris

In the morning (and with heavy hearts), we will have to say goodbye to Paris and our lovely apartment. It feels like home here. We have so many little moments that we could write about, but I'm thinking it might make into a really good book. I wouldn't want to give it allllll away. Now, that being said, here are some highlights without details:

1. Vomit girl (not me) on the train.

2. The scurry of passengers running away as if the train car was on fire.

3. Silhouettes in the French window.

4. Four young and handsome, athletically built French policeman hopping 

the turn styles of the underground in pursuit of an unknown criminal.  

5. The screaming crazy psycho guy at McDonalds.

6. The out of breath policeman holding a shoe. 

7. The pigeon walk.

Bread before dinner.

Isaiah and his cheesecake (again).

Waiting for me and Dax to finish dinner. 

Strolling around after dinner.

My boys after dinner.

Cheese, cheese, cheese.

Fruits and Vegetables

Bookstore

Our new neighbor on the corner. We are the first door on the right 

about 3 yards up from Isaiah and Dax.

And finally, Isaiah wanted to share how much stronger he is now. 

My love.