Me: Okay, check the time. Five hours and fourteen minutes to go.
Read a book to Baby Oil, walk around the airplane. Let Baby Oil smash Cheerios into the carpet.
Me: Okay, it's been a while. Let's check the time again. Five hours and six minutes to go. OMG.
Give Baby Oil some baguette. Read him a book. Walk around the airplane. Walk around the airplane again. Change Baby Oil's diaper. Try to get Baby Oil to watch a movie with no sound. Consider other options - there are none.
Me: Okay, that was good. Definitely longer. Check the time again. Four hours and fifty-five minutes to go. OMG *$#%!*@%*!!!!
Meanwhile, Baby Oil seems to believe that people in America get up at 4am. I don't agree, of course, but it seems I'm really not in charge here.
For the second installment in the Parisian Perspectives series (otherwise known as "I'm on vacation"), we meet an American girl who lives in the 11th. She's married, no kids, and has been here less than three years.
Grand magasin of choice? Bon Marche
|Inside the Bon Marche|
Favorite perfume? Creed Fleurissimo
Favorite place to visit in France, outside of Paris? Loire Valley
|Villandry, in the Loire|
Favorite Paris museum? Musee de l'Orangerie. I don't get overwhelmed and Monet's paintings never get old.
Favorite places to buy gifts for folks who don't live in France? Les Paris Gourmands (15 rue Archives) for treats both sweet and savory. E. Dehillerin for fun, quality cookware.
Where do you get the best baguette in Paris? Comptoir Gana on rue Oberkampf (they are also incredibly friendly!)
Favorite French dessert? Mont Blanc
|This is a Mont Blanc.|
Three words that describe Paris? Moody. Monotone. Mouthwatering.