Because it really was all about Noah.

Any of you who know Noah know that he is a whole lotta boy in a wiry package. He is perpetually in motion-- always acting out some inner movie (of which he appears to be the star and is always in mortal danger) and seems really generally unaware of the world around him. Life comes at him and while he picks up a lot when you think he's not paying attention, it turns out he was. When we got to the Louvre we went to the Mona Lisa right away to avoid the crowds and he was ready to leave after his 30 seconds were done. We did stay for over 3 hours, though! Talking to him generally revolves around talking about what he's reading--right now it's castles and weapons and story ideas he has. This week was great for us--we often knock heads and this was 10 days of plenty of opportunities to do that and it went so smoothly. It's rare for a middle child to have so much time with a parent by himself and he really enjoyed that, I think.

Sharpened stick in castle ruins = potential vampire threat.

This shot is called "The Big Lie." Noah was spectacularly uninterested in any of the churches.

Someone needs to stay away from carbs--hard to do in France when one is addicted.

We have very few photos of Noah just...being. As in still, and facing the camera, and still. Any picture where that happens is a gem. I was lucky enough to get 2-3 on this trip.
They're my favorites.