The is the French equivilent to Super America.  You can see that even their snack displays are artistic and pretty.  They also have vending machines with excellent Espresso.

In the square outside the Paris train station Olivia found this art display of John and Yoko.  She had to post it for Scott.  

Here is one of the produce vendors at the open air market.  If only we had a place to cook!

Here is a gypsy street musician playing money for coins.  I don't know what the instrument is called, but it sounded pretty.

This is Place de la Bastille. This is the sight of the Bastille prison that was destroyed in protest during the French Revolution.  To this day when the French organize a protest or demonstration they join arms and begin their march here.  

Garre de Lyon.  This is the main train station in Paris.  It is a block away from the hotel we will stay at most of this week.

These were the pictures painted across the doors of the women's bathroom in the Paris Airport. Olivia couldn't resist taking this photo.
Kat and Lydia's mom stretching after spending too many hours on the plane. Lydia says "Yoga's just a fancy name for touching your toes."
This is the Amsterdam airport, right before our gazillionth passport check. Amsterdam airports look pretty much like American ones... Olivia was sad because she thought it would be full of people wearing wooden shoes.
The inside of the airplane on our first flight. The backs of the seats in front of us were all tricked out with personal video monitors.