morning in Paris

I just spent my first morning in Paris. After an crampted and sleepless night on an Airtransat flight (we are so going to save our money and fly Air Canada next time) and walking around unwashed until the hotel room was ready, I have taken a shine to this place. I still smile and wonder if this is for real. The neighbourhood is in the 13th arrondisment with a multicultural mix of people. Right after we got out of the bus, a woman asked us in french if we knew where an internet cafe could be found. So much for being worried about sticking out and seen as tourists. There is so much to say about our language barriers and the trip to the mall that this blog could become an endless saga. But I will save the best parts for later.