In Paris

Russ
It's early Thursday morning here in Paris. Our hotel is a modest place in the Latin Quarter - quiet but tiny. We're trying to convince our bodies that it is morning - somewhat successfully.

Our flights went well and we are happy with KLM, our first trip with them. We flew over St Andrews Scotland in transit to Amsterdam. I saw dozens of links courses, one of which had to be the famous birthplace of golf. We also saw a wind farm in the North Sea just offshore of Netherlands.

We had a nice dinner last night at a sidewalk cafe and went for a walk along the Seine afterward. I don't know if it was the exhaustion of the flights or the half bottle of Bordeaux but when we saw Notre Dame for the first time we looked at each other with tears running down our cheeks and couldn't speak for a few minutes. I think I understand why people call Paris the world's most romantic city.

Today we plan to go to the Louvre as a top priority and finish getting over the jet lag.

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