Our plan today was to visit the Rodin Museum. I purchased tickets online, only to realize afterwards that I would need a printer for the tickets. Duh. However, it turns out these places are not yet extinct:
After a quick five minutes on the computer and 1.85 euro, we were on our way. These girls are becoming quite the metro experts. They even have the classic Parisian expression, that subtle melange of ennui, tristesse, and existential angst:
Upon seeing this monster line outside the museum, I was relieved to have bought the tickets ahead of time:
We bypassed the line and walked right in:
Samantha was fascinated to learn that Rodin is buried underneath his most famous work:
After strolling around the gardens, we found these:
We took our cue:
Eliza in front of "The Gates of Hell." She is really good at opening them:
The Rodin Museum turned out to be the perfect place for our first Paris museum visit. It has a little bit of everything: indoor and outdoor space, paintings (Van Gogh, Renoir, Singer Sargent), sculpture, and it's not too overwhelming:
Afterwards, we took a ten minute walk to our favorite pizza place. The food is delicious and the owner is a lovely older man with a flowing white beard. Samantha thinks he should retire. I explained that seeing beautiful faces like ours probably makes him happy. We did a cheers:
And then our best scary faces:
Next, we hopped on the metro where we were treated to a fantastic rendition of "Hello, Dolly!":
During our quiet time, we heard a loud noise coming from the skies above. Was it a bird?
No, it was a plane. Many of them, in fact.
Fighter jets, bombers, and other kinds of flying things. If I had boys instead of girls, I am sure I could do better identifying these metal contraptions...
At first I thought, how fun. However, as an endless stream of military planes continued to shoot across the sky, I began to panic: "Zee Germans are here!"
When the planes began emitting some patriotic flatus a la francaise, I quickly realized this
was probably related to Bastille Day and told the girls to stop packing.
Next it was on to the Tuileries for some amusement:
Our new friends had been raving about the hamster balls, so we had to join:
Once they were inflated...
They were on their way! Samantha and Nora:
Eliza and Camille:
If they hadn't emerged from their second turn sweaty and oxygen deprived, I probably would've forked over my remaining euros to keep them there for hours. Contained, quiet, and expending hordes of energy- this truly is where all children belong. Next, they took a few turns on the mega-slide:
And took a spin in some bumpers. Apparently, Barbie is a transatlantic phenomenon:
And finally the fun house:
On the way out, they grabbed some slushies:
And walked off into the sunset, flanked by the gorgeous facade of the Louvre:
We had a blast with our new friends and hope we get to see them again before they leave on Saturday!
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