France/ journey from Netherlands

We are in our new lovely three bedroom apartment above Caroline and Tom's art gallery. The building / maybe the whole town is medieval from the 13th Century. I haven't been out yet. Sofie is feeling ill. But Caleb says there is a bakery or two and stores very near and it is a lovely village. There are lovely giant ancient keys in the doors. and Caroline and Tom have filled the place with new Ikea linens and cooking pots, silver ware, etc... It is a fabulous mixture of old and new. Our journey via train was comical at best as we had way too much baggage. Anja had a stroller piled high with bags that would flip backwards if she failed to hold it up for a minute which happened at least a few times. Caleb had way too many bags and a car seat and couldn't manage them up or down stairs all together, so he had to make multiple trips. I had two giant rolling bags and bags on my back and hanging on my shoulders with Sofie tagging at my side whimpering as she fell asleep at the end of each leg of the journey. We took a ride on the subway in Paris to transfer stations from Paris Nord to Paris Gare Lyon, where we caught our next train, which we managed to get on three minutes before departure time, Phew!!! We are never doing that again! Even Anja swore off extra baggage! She was a real life saver with her ability to navigate stations with a stroller piled above her line of vision!