A Restover in the City of Lights
I always dread long flights with Elowen, since even perfect toddlers such as herself are unpredictable, but she was an angel on the way to Paris--she played on my phone for about two hours, ate her disgusting plane meal, and then slept until Charles de Gaulle! Unfortunately we landed to learn that DFW had never scanned my bag in and American Airlines didn't know where it was...then eventually it made it to NYC...and then they didn't scan it AGAIN but it mysteriously made it to Paris on the second day. I never knew how deeply important having my own underwear was to me until this first-world trial, but you'd better believe every pocket of my carry-on in the future will be stuffed with that, deodorant, and my makeup. But despite that trauma that sent me into an adult temper tantrum (having only a belt and my retainer), our hotel (Hotel de Berri) was amazing and located right off the Champs Elysee. I'd describe the decor as modernism meets Greek statues meets ...