I was as excited for this trip as I've been for anything. I had made a million plans and even made plans for times that wouldn't be planned. I knew this trip could never never live up to my expectations and hopes.
But like so many things about Paris, it was even better.
| In our Nairobi taxi, making Eiffel Towers with our fingers. On our way! |
| Nate's boss's boss, Polly, happened to be on our Nai-Addis flight |
| Airplane bunk bed |
| The RER train into the city |
| The couch in back is a trundle bed for the kids |
| The bathroom window/wall could be turned opaque with the touch of a button |
We had a quick lunch on the benches in front of the museum before heading in.
Did I mention it was springtime in Paris? The flowers were in bloom everywhere.
The museum was fascinating and fun, until it wasn't.
About this time Silas was feeling tired (remember the overnight flight and 6AM landing?) and he was overwhelmed by all the evidence of dead animals. Besides the bones, the walls of every floor of the museum are lined with jars of animal body parts. He had had enough, and even the whales and dinos did not interest him at that point.
| Cora was still into the dinos |
We headed outside to lay in the shade in some grass and recover our emotions and energy.
| Juice and coffees at a street cafe also help tired kids and parents |
| Photo credit: Cora |
The kids watched a Netflix show and took a nap while Nate prepared for his conference the next day. I tried not to bounce off the walls with excitement. Actually, I think I went shopping.
In the evening, we were ready for another walking adventure to get to dinner. I had planned a walk that took us along the Seine, past Notre Dame, and into the Latin Quarter for a touristy dinner that I thought the kids would enjoy.
| It was the first warm day in Paris that spring, and the entire city seemed to be outside enjoying it |
| Ice cream on Ile St Louis before dinner? Why not? |
| I tried to emphasize the beauty of the rose windows, not sure they cared |
The kids got to choose our restaurant the the Latin Quarter, and they chose the first one where the waiter talked to them. Tourists! I loved it--it reminded me of when I was a university student here and fell for the same tricks and blah, overpriced meal. They loved it too!
| The waiter gave them "fancy glasses" |
Next: Paris Part 2

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