Home again, home again, jiggety-jig

It always amazes me when I make plans and arrangements and they carry through perfectly. This trip back to the US went so smoothly that, now when I look back on it, it seems like a dream. It's hard to remember the days before everything was on the internet and how we managed to arrange international travel. Trains, planes, automobiles, and hotels, all my reservations worked with no hassles; everything was ready and waiting, even on my return to France on a day of rail strikes. I had not a single problem. And now I'm home. I'm very grateful to my Aunt Kathy and to my wonderful friends Lou and Lorraine for putting me up, and for putting up with me, while I was in New York.

Now I plan to spend a while processing photos of the trip and sharing them, and some of my adventures, here on the blog. I appreciate your indulgence.

Out the door of my hotel in Paris, looking left, this is what I could see. To the dome!

I left Saint-Aignan on Monday the second of May. Ken drove me up to Blois where I got a train into Paris. I spent that first night in a hotel on the Left Bank, then took the RER up to the airport the following morning for my mid-day flight to Montréal. But first, I had an afternoon in Paris to do some sightseeing. My hotel was a few blocks from the Panthéon, and Ken and I had read that now that the recent round of renovations is complete, visitors can climb up the steps to the dome for the views out over the city. So, once I was checked into my hotel, I made my way to the Panthéon and did just that.