We're Hereeeeee!!!!!

After the slight hiccup in the airport of Grandma getting strip-searched, we enjoyed a relatively pleasant plane ride over. Or, Grandma did anyway. She slept the whole way. I was freezing and my right arm fell asleep. And then I was just starting to drift off when the plane made a funny noise, so naturally my first thought is "WHERES THE FIRE??" and then I couldnt really fall back to sleep after that.

The journey from Charles de Gaulle to the apartment was slightly more cumbersome. Neither of us had exactly packed light, the wheels of Grandmas suitcase made it impossible to pull, and I was guiding us with only the vaguest sense of direction and no idea of the requisite stairs to transfer from the RER to Metro line 4. Whoops. All I can say is MERCI BEAUCOUP to the several lovely Parisian young men who stopped to help the little old lady with her luggage.
Finally, after receiving different directions from a hotel concierge, a lady in a tobacco shop, and two or three passerby (who were all very gracious by the way- so much for nasty Parisian stereotypes), we found our apartment. After pulling out the computer on the side of the street to check what the entry code is, standing around exceptionally confused, and waiting for the superintendent to let us in, we got to the apartment, which is, in a word, French. The washing machine is in the kitchen. 

Grandma immediately passed out of course, I set out in search of baguette (which is delicious, by the way) and then returned and passed out in kind. Now we're finally getting a move on, we're going to head up to the Luxembourg Gardens to explore and have an early dinner. No game plan yet for tomorrow- should I be worried?