Last Monday I woke up at 4am for my flight from Barcelona to Paris. I hugged Emily goodbye and stared out the taxi window at the nearly-full moon setting over the mountains.In a sleepy haze I made my way onto the plane and before I knew it I was touching down in Paris shortly after the sun had chased away the moon.
I met Sam and Gare du Nord and I was so so so happy to see her! Not only because its been far to long, but also because she brought me a croissant. That day basically set the tone for the rest of the time I was there, a wonderful, perfect pattern of eating, sightseeing and more eating.
Hard boiled quail eggs for breakfast.