On the long flight I ate a grown-up meal of salmon and pasta.
My sisters traded seats with Mom and chatted to me.
Next we took a smaller plane from London to Paris. My chair got put with the luggage, so when we got off, a man wheeled me on Isobel's knee to the baggage reclaim.
Then another man took us to our taxi and we drove through the traffic into Paris. We all fell asleep, even Mom!
We sat on our hotel balcony and ate dinner. It was really hot so we slept with the doors open.
Next morning we caught a train to Limoges. We had lunch in the station and the man at the bar made me my first French pink milk - "un lait fraise". I ate a chocolate cupcake.