Now with photography!

Kristen and I on the metro coming back from the Airport.
This is the view from my balcony, looking west.
Nathan with Marshall (aka Snaggletooth) in a headlock.
Yeah... Told you so.

The family got back from cubscout camping today and we went to the flea market on Rue Courcelles. It was amazing! I ended up getting a Soviet Russia pin from a stall that was selling a ton of, I would have to say authentic, USSR memorabilia. I've also never seen so many diving helmets in my life. Like, the metal and glass victorian type. Diving helmets. Kristen said that every weekend there is the world's biggest flea market in the 16th Arrondisment (I think that was it) so we'll probably end up checking that out when her aunts and uncles come to visit in a few weeks.

Well, Blogger is being silly so I'll write some more while the pictures upload again. After we checked out the flea market we went to this Italian place called San Remo (I have the business cards, probably gonna make a scrapbook when I get home or something.) Instead of water they give you teeny tiny wine glasses before you order. It was a sweet white wine with a slight blush. I liked it. I got the spaghetti carbonara since I know what that is, but this is still France so it was served with a raw egg on top. Still probably the best carbonara I've ever had. Maybe it was the raw egg...