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.