The big day finally arrived! While three of our family members couldn't wait to go to the top of Paris, one of us decided that crowds, heights, and confined spaces probably were not best for individuals with nervous dispositions.
The girls getting energized before they leave:
Ready to take on The Tower:
From the second highest level looking at Trocadero:
Seeing as I get dizzy just looking at the pictures, probably best that I stayed back:
The elevator to the top looks a wee bit cramped:
The summit:
"Beh quoi?! T'as un problème
?" ("What?! You got a problem?"):
Notre-Dame. You can't see but I'm waving to Kenny from the apartment:
Invalides:
The wheels in motion, bringing my people back to solid earth:
After their adventure, the girls finally earned their long sought after Eiffel Tower key chains:
They returned home for some lunch, and then Samantha and I hit the streets for some shopping. She thought this Gangnam Style guy was cool:
After about an hour of wandering the streets, Samantha declared that she was tired, bored, and dying of thirst-- according to her, she didn't even have saliva left in her mouth. La pauvre:
The plan has worked. From now on she will equate shopping with these undesirable feelings and will henceforth never want to do it again. You're welcome, Kenny.
While I wore out the eldest, Kenny entertained the little one-- or maybe it was the other way around:
I took the rest of the day off since I have unfortunately caught a cold, most likely from one of the dozen Parisians that has coughed directly in my face during the past week. Apparently coughing into the elbow is not included as a standard in their national educational system. So Kenny, world's greatest husband/father, is officially running the show until I feel better.
First stop, Luxembourg Gardens:
Clearly, his photographs are far superior to mine:
Somehow he got the girls to settle down and do some sketching:
Samantha's sketch of the Luxembourg snack shack:
Moving on to their next locale:
After their studio time, the girls made their way home, past the beautiful hospital near Notre Dame. Them be some fighting, grammatically incorrect words:
After a sweet check in with maman, they went back out for some dinner around 9:00pm. Daddy is way cooler than Mommy and lets them stay up late enough to see the sunset:
Pizza in the Marais, at La Cerise Sur La Pizza (The Cherry on the Pizza):
Turns out the French can be fun!
Eliza asked Kenny if olives were healthy:
When he told her "yes," she insisted on saving one and bringing it home to me so I could feel better. It totally worked.
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