We arrived in Paris today. My observations thus far:

On our Air France flight, in significant turbulence, the pilot requested that everyone stay in their seats. Throughout this bumpy ride, however, flight attendants kept pouring champagne. There’s safety, and then there’s bubbly.

Don’t mess with the baguette. We witnessed at an extremely heated exchange at the French equivalent of Starbucks today in the airport over a baguette that was not fresh. The chef, the customer, and the manager pointed fingers, threw up hands, and ultimately the baguette won.

People love to smoke and hate air conditioning. Just the opposite of Charleston.

The view from our room.


Tasha by the Seine.