This past weekend we had friends stay with us for a visit. We know them from Los Angeles, but they are currently in Paris for work. I e-mailed an open invitation to stay with us if they had time to get away, and before I knew it they on our doorstep. Weekends like this are one of the reasons I am forever grateful that we have a spare bedroom (a luxury for Amsterdam). What our flat lacks in ambiance--no views of 17th century canals here--it more than makes up for in square footage.
We had a great time together, and even Johanna got a bit of socializing in. Babies discovering the existence of other babies is an entertaining site:
More importantly, check out the special treat our friends brought for us:
Paris is about a five-hour drive from here (unless you have a baby that needs to be fed/changed/comforted), which is relatively close. Parisian treats, however, are a world away.