Traveling across the Atlantic with the whole family is not easy, but there were moments on the flight that were magical. Like, while we were waiting to take off, and the stereo was blaring "All I Need is the Air that I Breathe and to Love You." Tim started laughing so hard, his shoulders shook.

Then, six hours later, we saw the sun rise over Ireland as we descended toward France. At 7:15 AM, we landed; made it through customs; passports stamped; no lost baggage; picked up the rental car; and hit the road to Normandy . . .right at rush hour into Paris.
So, there we sat, sat, sat in our Ford Espace, crawling on the Paris Peripherique -- the road that goes around Paris -- which Tim dubbed, the "Paris Freak," for about an hour. Now, this would not have been so bad except for two things, it was about 70 and sunny and the car had no AC. Well, it had a button that said AC, but pressing the button got us a tepid breeze, so we were 4-70 all the way to Arromanches. Let's just say, that by the time we got there, the car had an odeur about it than was more stinky than a good cheese pour ce soir. Who knew, at the time, that the lack of AC foreshadowed the lack of another thing that is cold and rare in France, but that Americans use often? What could that be, hmmm?
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