Which subsquently evolved into a dance party:
I think it was all a bit much for Toby:
We also spent some time working on a Parisian puzzle we brought for Claudia:
The finished product:
After we bid farewell to our extraordinary hosts, and our favorite horse:
...we waited for our train into London. The girls looking longingly at candy they know we will never buy them:
According to them, we are the world's worst parents and we never let them do anything fun. However, they still find a way to eke out a smile:
Samantha has mastered the art of the eyeroll:
There was plenty of love and atrocious behavior on the Eurostar back to Paris:
A boy from the UK was acting atrocious as well so they formed an alliance to disrupt the other Europeans on the train:
Unfortunately, those days in the UK erased all memory of the French language from my mind. When the belligerent French transit officer tried to explain to me that I had done something illegal, I explained to her in my clearest English that I spoke absolutely no French. She deferred to her superior who just shrugged her shoulders and said I could go.
And so we are back in Paris...
We actually feel like we are home; we missed the city and are glad to be back. While the three days away was a fantastic break, we are looking forward to soaking up our last days in Paris before we return to the land of air conditioning and poop-free sidewalks, where not having to smell other people's horrid body odor or side step land mines of dog feces in the sidewalk are our constitutional rights.




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