Our first meal in Paris was not a fancy French dish, but some
contraband bananas that I forgot I had in my backpack. It was about 6:30
in the morning and we were on an RER train from Charles de Gaulle airport to
Paris. Kristen has not yet hit her "banana threshold."
We had had a bit of trouble getting to this point. It took us some time to
figure out what king of train we were supposed to take to get to Paris, and then
we had to figure out how to pay for the tickets. We had no Euros on us and
could not find a cash machine (though we would discover a week later that we had
walked right passed one.) The ticket kiosks did not like any of our credit
cards. Eventually we got one of the machines to give us one ticket, but no
more. Eventually we got a second ticket from a real live French person,
found our train and were on our way.