Paris, where Ratatouille is set.

Mister would call that association lowbrow.

Don't care.

Paris was a nice change from chaotic Caribbean neighborhood London... couldn't understand hardly anything! French was the language I knew least of on this trip. But it was easy anyway, if you're quiet and polite you can fool or charm your way almost anywhere.

Most nice was Laduree macaroons! Coconut was best, but mom loved the raspberry too.

We walked from the Louvre to the Arc a bunch of times over the course of three days, with breaks to dodge cars in the middle of giant round-a-bouts.

We climbed 284 steps to see Paris from the top of the Arc... I have now no desire to go to the top of the tower, the view from the Arc is incredible! We didn't use the flash anytime hardly and I like the muted sky that created.

Nursing our wicked blisters and enjoying the lovebirds.

Versailles. It's enormous! I can't even describe how large the grounds and gardens are- that's the view in only two directions.

And the night train- on the way to Rome! With hummus and shopping bags.

Holiday time-

How can you not love the holidays?

Food, lights, and new little beasties in the world.

Crowds and hot drinks and regular drinks with friends

and

peace in my little corner of earth.

(No, I'm not breastfeeding. I'm sorry I was sneak attacked and didn't adjust baby angle okay?!)

It's catchy, and British.

London, condensed and packaged neatly.

First the National Gallery.. and this lovely living painting.

Then the British museum (and Tate Modern, but not really my cup of tea).

ARSENAL!!!

With Theo. What a happy, happy night.

Onion hummus and milk. Hummus is on a whole different level... we might have eaten a container a day. Maybe.

528 steps to get the wind blown hair effect, and a view.

We lived in Seven Sisters (you know a place is sketchy when the customs officer warns you not to walk home after dark), which was chaotic and lovely. Cheap fruit and fresh bread.

Top Three Moments in London:

1. Arsenal (they were terrible, which was actually familiar and perfect)

2. Billy Elliot. The best show I've ever seen. Anywhere, ever.

3. Seeing Pitt and Wilberforce buried next to each other at Westminster, friends in life and death.

Friends.

There is something about the touching of friends that makes me happy.

from here.

Home.

Despite staying up for an entire day I'm still up at an obscenely early hour. So no post about how great my trip was.

Here are a few pictures.. when I have vanquished jet lag I'll be more wordy I promise.

(at the arsenal game...)