Saturday, September 17, 2011

The Apartment

Finally, here are some pictures of the apartment, in all its tidy glory in the morning before the kids are up and wreck their havoc. 

The living room

Fireplace - it's actually a working one, and we are allowed to use it, but we can't :(  
Long story.

View from the entrance of the apartment

Another view of the living room


Sophie & Ju's room  

Sophie's desk, a.k.a. depository of miscellaneous rubbish  

Kitchen - very messy because breakfast is in the making.  Also because we had a nasty incident with the kitchen top.  Another long story.

The French are indecipherable.  And interesting.  Hence the endless rows of books on France.

Soph's handiwork graces my bedroom door

Breakfast time!

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Notre Dame weekend

Yesterday turned into an activity-packed Saturday for us.  After a morning outing at the Champ de Mars playground to meet some fellow Malaysians, we had a nice, relaxing lunch at W & P's place, due in part to Ju's unexpected toilet call.  Since we were unexpected guests, our hosts made a quick trip to Picard, when YL was formally introduced to this formidable French frozen food chain, which makes everything from pizza to paella to pastries, all displayed in cool white freezers.  


Twas a busy day for the skies as well

OK OK, we do have too many Eiffel Tower shots.  This is the last one.  We promise to venture further out away from the tower so you get to see the rest of Paris.  

 Sophie insisted that we put up this picture of Snowy climbing the Eiffel Tower


It was also a very hot day, so a gelato was the perfect antidote

In the late afternoon, we went to stock up on my Lush essentials (yes, they have Lush here!!) albeit at exorbitant prices.  We somehow ended up in nearby Marais for dinner.  Everywhere was packed, but we found this relatively calm brassiere which served an excellent agneau (lamb) and the best fish we've had in Paris (which isn't saying much, since the French somehow do not seem to be able to cook fish very well -they tend to be bland, soggy, and with a considerable amount of scales intact).  What made this a great experience was the waitress who was very friendly and warm towards the children, especially Ju, who lapsed into his half-pretend, half-serious cries every so often.  This is such a refreshing change from the usual snobs we encounter.  I am still convinced that the restaurant down the street from our apartment lied when they told us they were "complet" when we went there for lunch one afternoon with Ju in tow.  I think they just didn't want a mean-looking toddler messing up their nice tables.  


After a very satisfying meal, we took a slow stroll to the RER station to catch our train home, and stumbled upon a trio of musicians doing their stuff on a street behind the Notre Dame church.   


Infectious jazz-on-the-move

A nice way to end a Saturday evening



With music in our heads, we continued towards the Notre Dame before catching the train home.

Behind the scenes: Figuring out how to get home






The famous North Rose Window above.  Notre Dame is the most visited site in Paris, with 10 million people crossing its threshold each year.  Completed in the 14th-century, it is a masterpiece of French Gothic architecture.
 Watch out for the gargoyles! 
 This nasty lot repels demons, but probably have the more practical function of diverting rainwater away from the facade of the church.  

Sunset

Ju clinging on to his Che Che 

Notre Dame in the background  

OK, just one more.  The tower is lit up with thousands of blinking lights on every hour.

Stockholm - YL's Selection









Stockholm - Part II

Trying to sample local dishes while travelling with young children is a daunting task, not the least because my kids are picky with food, but also because they are usually quite knackered by meal times and not in the mood to indulge in Mamma and Baba's request for them to trying something new.  We had bad luck with food when we were in the Loire Valley, and after 2 days, we decided to port Ju's milk with us everywhere we went, and Sophie was surviving more or less on bread (plus a lot of snacks).  In Stockholm, we tried our luck again, and we were mildly more successful.       

Reindeer meat - Tastes like liver, in case you are wondering

Alright! Back to our adventures in Stockholm.


Ready for another day of hard-core walking and sight-seeing?  See the enthusiasm on Ju's face. 

Entrance to the park in Djugarden

Can you spot Sophie?

Djugarden is one of the islands near the Stockholm city center, and is packed full of sights and places to visit.  We highly recommend the Junibacken, a children's museum devoted to children's literature, especially those written by Astrid Lindgren.  Characters and settings in the books are brought to life, and the place was crawling (literally) with toddlers and pre-schoolers, exploring every nook and cranny.  It's like Disneyland, but smaller and more intimate. 


The kids had a field day fiddling with the buttons, drawers, levers, doors, etc, in the miniature houses, but of course Sophie's favourite was....  

Pippi Longstocking's house!  


It was amusing to see her run around, pointing out where Mr. Nilsson the monkey sleeps (in Pippi's closet), pictures of Pippi's father before he drowned (yeah, Pippi has a rather depressing background), Pippi's collection of hats, etc.  Everything had been brought to life exactly the way they were depicted in the Pippi stories she had read.  

It's the frog inside the toilet!!


Cleaning Pippi's horse.  She took the task very seriously.  

Ju has no inkling what the place was, or what we were doing, but he was having the time of his life nevertheless.  Here, he is happily managing his own cafe and punching the cash machine.  A true towkay (Hokkien for boss) in the making.

More toys!!  
OK I forgive you, Mamma, for dragging me out of bed so early in this morning.

We love Stockholm!

Our last museum stop was the Vasamuseet, and this is probably the number one attraction in Stockholm.  The warship Vasa sank on her maiden voyage in 1628, and laid in the Baltic Sea near the harbours of Stockholm for 350+ years before it was finally salvaged in the 1960's.  Due to the brackish waters and heavy mud and silt in the Baltic Sea, the ship is one of the finest, if not only, preserved 17th-century warship in the world.  

Her story is fascinating: She was built with, not one, but two, gun decks, 64 guns and 300 soldiers, and meant to sail to Poland to intimidate the Polish, and to show the might of the Swedish army.  However, the ship was built too high and too narrow (probably to satisfy the King's demands to make it the best, the biggest and meanest warship ever seen).  So, 20 minutes after her grand send-off, she simply toppled to her left and sank, to the shock of everyone witnessing her voyage from the harbour.  Because it was such a massive structure, it was impossible to raise it with the technology of that time.  And so it sat shamefully alone in the bottom of the sea for 350 years.   

The museum was built around the ship once it was salvaged.  From the top-most floor (5th), you are just at a level slightly above the upper deck.   

A model of the Vasa in all its glory on the day it was launched.  The museum recreated the colours after painstaking research.  


The back of the ship, carved with hundreds of statues of mermaids, Roman gods, soldiers, etc

Here is what is looks like today
The upper deck.  There was apparently only 2 latrines on board, and you can see one of them in the lower right hand corner (the tiny thing that looks like a garbage bin).     


 Here was the problem: The ballast in the bottom of the ship were insufficient to balance the height of the ship, which was much taller than usual because it had 2 gun decks instead of one.  


Sweden is famous for quite a few things - Volvo, ABBA, H&M, and Ikea.  Sorry Kau Fu Chai, but Ikea is more important than Volvo for us.  It was there for us with every move we made.  (Plus we can buy many more IKEA pieces for the price of one Volvo).  So, we made the pilgrimage to where it all started - the very first IKEA store. 

And after this, we shall kiss the ground for this is the mothership....

However, I am disappointed to report that the mothership is exactly the same as the IKEA stores everywhere else we've been.  There were no special pieces that we could not find back home, no special treats for those who had successfully made the pilgrimage.  The Swedish meatballs at the cafe were also mediocre.  :(  Nevertheless, I have always enjoyed IKEA outings, and this one was no different.  

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