April in Paris. This time we have our mothers with us, first time in Paris for Oma and umpteenth time for Nana. After a speedy trip through the chunnel, we checked into our hotel, ate a late lunch, and walked over to Notre Dame.
Oma can’t believe she is seeing Paris now in her old age. The city has such a different character from London. Oma and I will probably focus on the main tourist sites over the next couple of days, while Nana and Michael will visit other places.