Paris

We have been enjoying our vacation thoroughly. We arrived in Paris and due to train strikes, we were unable to get to our next destination. If you have to be stranded somewhere, Paris is not a bad place to be. We walked around for a good while trying to find some food and then our hotel. It was raining and just having left the hot season of Mali, it was quite cold. My favorite memory of that day was looking at Kenan and seeing him crying out of what looked like pure pain from the cold. Not that I want to see my kids suffer but he somehow he looked so precious in his tears. 

We got to the hotel and enjoyed some bread and the sun that finally came out.

Dinner from the local bakery

As we walked the streets the next morning the boys walked over this air vent and loved the warm air blowing up. A great treat for them on the cool morning.

                                Brett and I needed coffee and the boys needed hot chocolate. :)

I don't know if you can fully see but this is their reflection in the window. They looked so sweet drinking their hot chocolate.

Me and my coffee. Honestly, though, I was more pleased to be captured with a scarf on and my hair down as opposed to what I normally look like in Mali.

Brett enjoyed feeling larger than life with his big hands and little cup. I think it is a guy thing. :)

                                                   Kenan showing us the way on the metro.

This boy has gotten to see some great things in his lifetime. Eight years old and this is his second time at the Eiffel Tower. Not bad, not bad at all.

                  I just like the randomness of this. Kids will be kids no matter where you take them.