One ambien, 3 whiskeys, a tray of wasted airplane food, a bag of gummy bears, and about 6 hours of sleep later, I've arrived in Paris. I will say, I was a bit cross eyed when waking to a stewardess, "bonjour, we've arrived." Haha. Below is the new digs for the month. Love me some sunny windows and an pretty view of a garden and a Russian orthodox. After settling for a bit, I popped a few frames and then laid on the bed for a bit, only to hear an amazing opera singer in the church across the garden. Life Is Good.