After 22 hours, a large coffee in Doha and zero hours sleep, we have finally arrived.

Stepping out into the Parisian streets feels as though I've been wrapped up in a comfortable and familiar cardigan.  I feel as though I was here only last week, not 12 months ago.  Everything seems the same, yet a little different.  Perhaps not quite as shiny and new as I once thought in past visits, but maybe even better.  Like an old friend who's been waiting for a big hug.  Maybe even a little like home.

I like this feeling.  A lot!

Bonjour Paris.

Bonjour l'oeuf!