For 6 euros, fresh squeezed juice and a song

We are in Europe now. We arrived in Paris, bleary-eyed from the night plane, last Wednesday morning. The day was cloudy with some sun, warm and cold at the same time. We tried to accustom our jet lagged bodies by walking through the Tuilleries, casually looking at the Eiffel Tower and the Arc de Triomphe as if we saw these structures everyday and that it was no big deal to have them as our backdrop.

Paris was as stunningly beautiful as I remembered it from our trip five years ago. Almost too much beauty to take in all at once. Too many croissants and crepes. I wish that I could spread it out in my life.

We walked back to our old neighbourhood, our apartment on Rue Vavin, the Luxembourg Gardens, the place where we would get gelato. 

Then we tried to fit in as many new experiences as we could. We had dinner in St. Germaine, we went shopping on Rue Coomerce, we visited Sacre Coeur in Monmartre, and we strolled the streets of Canal St. Martin.  Everything is expensive in Paris, but our best 6 euros spent was for a bottle of fresh squeezed juice in Monmartre where the vendor sang while he made juice for us. "Chante," he said to Aveen.

 Our trip was completely different than the one five years ago because this time the kids can walk a lot. So we walked and walked and soaked Paris up as much as we could in less than three says. It was too short. I could definitely live in Paris. Maybe one day, we will stay for a month.