Arrival in Paris

Walk nearly to the Eiffel Tower on our first day, only to get so overcome by jet-lag that we have to drag ourselves back to the little rental apartment on the French 5th floor (that's 6th floor to you and me).  The girls can barely walk back.  Then while Anthony and I try to take a nap, the girls are hit with a bizarre second wind and spend the entire hour running up and down the six flights of stairs and trying out the miniature elevator which, it turns out, is pretty typical of these old, retro-fitted French buildings.  After doing enough stairs to train a soccer player, and doing it so loudly that there is no hope of us actually napping, we all give up and go to the grocery store where P (our 6 year old) almost instantly falls asleep on Anthony's shoulder.  It is about 5pm (or 17h, as they say...), so we have to wake her up most cruelly in time to eat, at which point G (the 7-almost-8 year old) falls asleep at the table.  Tomorrow will be better...