Day Twenty-Seven: Getting Dirty and Cleaning House

Yesterday, when Kenny discovered that one can take a tour of the sewers of Paris, his eyes lit up. Literally. So today, he opted to immerse himself and the girls in some sewage while I attempted to clean the apartment and get organized ahead of our departure.

On their way out:

 Metro:

 Just outside the sewers:

 From the same country that brought us Evian. The French are nothing if not contradictory:

 I can think of several instances on the metro when this outfit would've come in handy:

Kenny explained to me that this ball is rolled down the sewer in order to clean away the debris. Labyrinth anyone?

 The girls got to watch a dirty movie:

 Emerging into the fresh air:

 Chilling out at Les Berges:

 Free entertainment:

 A very cool little French dude:

Apparently, he is all of 7 years old:

We've seen many brides here in Paris and my ever knowledgeable husband explained to me that while it is very difficult to actually get married in Paris, many couples have their photographs done here:

 Not a bad idea...

After a quick rest at home, we all headed out to satisfy our falafel/chicken nugget craving:

 

Samantha is the consummate beer wench:

We were very happy to see our friends once again at the nearby playground. The girls quickly introduced them to the dangerous playground equipment that as a rule makes at least one child bleed and/or cry:

Eliza insisted that I join her on the death trap. Although this goes against my policy of playing with my children, I figured since it's one of our last nights in Paris, I could indulge her this once:

On the walk back through the Marais, we found Gene Simmons' house (he is a Jew, after all):

We were conned into buying them ice cream, yet again:

Oh dear...

We located another death trap on the grounds of Notre Dame:

 

While I took Ms. Sticky Fingers home for a bath, Samantha took Kenny to Notre Dame to see her favorite show:

Then she took him inside, sans flash, unfortunately:

 

The projection screen dates from the 15th century and doesn't detract in the least from the beauty of the church:

 Dirty and tired, Samantha truly looks like a lost soul in this shot:

After she had her own bath, we had a little American dance party and I forced some classics on the girl. We listened to Journey, Lynyrd Skynyrd, and Creedence-- good prep for our return to the Motherland.