Day Twenty: Feeling Hot

We knew it was going to be a hot day so we planned for a low key Sunday. Starting off at Paris Plages:

Despite having a cool breeze, sweet chairs at our disposal and a self-proclaimed Plagiste to answer all of our Plage related questions...

Eliza was only able to hang on to this face:

For about two minutes before breaking down about how bored, hungry, and tired she was two hours after waking up and five minutes after consuming food:

 

Just when we thought we had no choice left but to throw her in the Seine and run in the opposite direction, we noticed a spray area nearby:

Even though it was likely recycled Seine water, the girls still had a blast:

 

In the following photo, I'm not sure whether it's the mist or Eliza's personality that makes me think of that scene in The Exorcist when the priest arrives:

But that water was holy indeed; Eliza returned to her funky green chair as fresh as Linda Blair after her visit with Father Merrin:

Samantha was equally as refreshed:

Next, we decided to head in the direction of the Luxembourg Gardens, passing by Notre Dame and checking out some sunglasses:

 

Eliza settled on some cute aviators:

Kenny looked quite fetching in his new apron:

Stopping for lunch on the way:

Once we arrived in the park, Samantha began practicing for Les Folies:

And Eliza practiced her new role of "not acting like Satan":

The girls couldn't wait to hit the zipline:

Samantha even earned the coveted role of zipline manager, a sign that she is moving up in the ranks of the Parisian playground hierarchy:

Unfortunately, I didn't get to see her in action. I was graciously excused by my husband on account of the heat, only to get trapped in a crowded, sweltering metro train that was stuck for 15 minutes. Serves me right.

After we got the little street urchins cleaned off, we decided to have an evening at home with just the ladies. Kenny mumbled something about a bike race and left the apartment with his camera:

We watched on the telly and I told Eliza that Daddy was there and we should look for him. She insisted he was on one of the bikes and I didn't have the heart to correct her...

 Goodnight Paris...