Bonjour Paris!

I made it to Paris!  My two flights SFO to CDG were uneventful, tedious and sleepy.  I am happy with myself for the pranayama and yoga pose variations I wove in to my journey that helped ease some of the discomfort of flying.  In the small space of an airplane seat I calmed down for a snooze with chandra bhedana or moon breath and sivananda breath or four-part breath.  In the small galley by the bathrooms, coffee pots and emergency exit doors I did rounds of shoulder shrugs, various side stretches, turbo dog arms pressing into the wall, shower pose at the wall, a variation of chest opener at the wall and even had room for a down dog and forward fold.  When sitting started to become a strain I used the arms of my seat for twists and found creative ways to move my legs up off the floor into brief sits in half lotus and shoelace. 
It has been a real flurry in Paris these first few days. Breathing has been key, but I haven't gotten in a true asana practice.  I have been exercising a lot between walking to the heights of Montmartre, around the Les Halles area I am staying in, and I've felt the stress of lost luggage (which is still lost as of this evening as I write this,) the fun of procuring and riding an old bicycle around the city, the success of learning to say a few more words then just "bonjour" and "merci", and the frustration of only having carry on items when all the good stuff I was excited both to wear and share is nowhere to be found.