My friend Charles

This past week I have spent a lot of time with my friend Charles...I like to call him "Chuck"

I am of course referring to the wonderful (and confusing) airport of Paris, Charles De Gal.

Every day this past week I have made my way inside and hopped on the train to go into Paris and then returned at night. I feel too familiar with this place.

You need help?

Ask me! I am sure I can tell you where any thing is.

I have come to this airport many times before, but this time I have not just been passing through fast trying to find my way to the next gate or meet up with some one. I have had time to slow down and take time to appreciate the wonderfulness of this place.

Me and my sister made a good friend named Paul. He makes the best sandwiches, my favorite being the dried meat with pickles! oh so good. He also has wonderful croissants. (my sister and I are convinced they put a whole stick of butter in each of them)

So if you ever visit Chuck, go see Paul. If you want something sweet, he can give that to you too, he has great Macaroons.