Paris day one

This morning, Marlene took us to the train.  But first, a photo.  It was pretty much nonstop laughter this week and today was no exception.

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We left purchases of tea and biscuits, to be retrieved when we return to catch our flight home.  Yesterday, we went to a beautiful little tea shop to stock up. 

We took the train from London and arrived to have a delicious reunion with my cousins, who met us at the Gare du Nord.  First stop, our studio in the Marais, a stone's throw from the Pompidou and in the heart of my favorite quartier.

  Odile, our host for the week, greeted us with croissants, a bottle of champagne, and a few other goodies.  My cousin brought us tea, raspberries, milk, and grapes -- I bought coffee and butter and yogurt and we only need to buy a ficelle at the bakery  and we are set for tomorrow's breakfast.

It was too early for dinner, so we went to a café across from the Pompidou and chatted for an hour or so.  Here is my cousin Edmond in a typical pose as he talks.

On our way to the bistro for dinner, we passed someone having her hair cut in the street. Hmmm...

only in Paris.  Maybe I should try it.

We finally have a good Internet connection in our Paris digs and I was overjoyed to read my local NJ newspaper on line, announcing that despite out governor, gay marriage is now the law in NJ.  I should open that champagne to celebrate.  But for now, some reading and a good night's sleep.