Week one of summer camp is over.  The families here either attend the school during the school year, are returning summer campers or families that have decided to spend the summer in Paris and send their kids to school for 2-4 weeks to learn French while the parents explore the city.  What a brilliant idea!  I suspect Chris and I will do this from now on any future summer breaks abroad.  Kids had a great week at school but had a rough time with the hot lunches.  I loved that the kids were not given dessert unless they ate a good portion of their meals.  Three of my kids have now tried onions, an unidentifiable meat with gravy and skin on a chicken.  I am still holding out for Alex- he has been starving all week.  Last night I caught the kids with dry spaghetti noodles pretending they were smoking in front of the mirror.  I just chuckled as I know they are just curious.  After all, until this trip I think they may have seen a person smoke about a handful of times in their entire lives.  Tonight is our last evening living in the city.  As we pack up our minivan and head to the suburbs tomorrow I find it all a bit ironic.  When I first packed my clothes for the trip I refused to bring anything frumpy.  I was going to  be chic- and for the most part I have been.  But a piece of me is worried that as I get comfortable in the suburbs will I again be wearing my lululemon pants and my hair in a pony tail?  With that- I ask for my friends and family to visit.  We have a guest bedroom and it will ensure that I frequently visit the city!  This weekend we are going to assemble our 65 boxes of IKEA furniture and watch a bit of the last leg of the Tour de France.  They will be flying by us just a short distance from our home. Very excited to see that live!