The girls had school vacation all last week. Naomi and I decided to take advantage by taking the end of the week off, and visiting Paris from last Thursday until Sunday (tomorrow). (Jenee took her long weekend in Copenhagen, and we don't yet know what adventures she's having there.)
We'll have several blog posts related to Paris, but here's a teaser:
We took the TGV from Gare Midi in Brussels to Gare du Nord in Paris, an 82-minute trip. (The trip by car would be about 2 hours, according to a Parisian cab driver we encountered.) We took a bus from the corner near our apartment to the Porte de Namur Metro station, and then a metro to the Midi stop. There were a lot of people on the metro, and when we deboarded the metro car I ended up on the platform on one side of the car, and Naomi and the girls ended up on the other. In an inspired instant, JoJo saw I was on the other platform, and she dashed back into the car to join me. Time stood still—and when it resumed, the car door near me started to close, with JoJo still in the car. Classic! Fortunately, I was right there and I put some appendage into the doorway. At this point I was calm, because I figured there was no realistic way that the metro was going to take off with me half in and half out of the car. Naomi and Amelia crossed through another metro car that had no closed doors, and eventually the door I was holding opened up, and our family was reunited.
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