My body is confused by the time change. In Paris it is 4:20 am, Thursday, and I’ve been awake for three hours. Outside even the motor bikes and occasional police sirens are silent. In front of me sits the bouquet of pink roses my husband bought from a local vendor, a surprise when I returned from the nearby market. The flowers belong. After the bustle of traveling yesterday, I feel a sense of peace, despite the time adjustment. I feel at home.
This apartment on Rue Saint Honore is lovely, historic yet modern. It is on the 6th floor and has a small roof top terrace. In the distance we can see La Tour Eiffel and rooftops over Paris.
After our flight across the Atlantic, we took a Roissy bus from Charles DeGaulle Airport into central Paris and the apartment. Later, we walked the neighborhood, ate at a creperie, and visited a few area shops.
Today we will visit Musée d’Orsay, the Rodin Museum, Napoleon’s Tomb and the Eiffel Tower…La Tour Eiffel. For the next several days our schedule is filled. But just now in these pre-dawn hours I’m savoring the comfort of this peaceful apartment, a cup of hot French tea, and my roses.