I've taken a hiatus from the blog, because we've had a string of visitors in the past four weeks. Our days were filled with one activity after another - we've got people to see, sights to absorb, food to try, and colours to capture. The remainder of our 6 weeks in Paris will be equally packed, not the least with the logistics of moving (again!).
Yes, we will be bidding au revoir to the land of 350 cheeses and sneaky dog poo (not at the same time; you know what I mean) at the end of December. Compared to London, I will miss this place much, much more. Pour quoi? Is it because we know we will very unlikely return here? Is it because Paris is more beautiful? Sorry London, it was a close race, but Paris *is* more beautiful. Is it because, unlike London, Paris is still a mystery to me, still aloof, impenetrable, veiled behind customs and a history that is foreign to me?
We spent this crisp Sunday afternoon at the Jardins du Luxembourg. The leaves were a shimmering yellow and people were out in their coats and tucked into warm scarves. Autumn is my favourite time of the year - it marks the end of the wild, showy, hedonistic days that are summer, and heralds the beginning of a calmer, quieter, and reflective period. Things slow down. The colours are out to inspire. People talk in hushed tones. A hot drink warms both the body and the soul.
Another replica of the Statue of Liberty can be found at the Jardins
You can rent small wooden boats to float them in the fountain in the park.
Trust the French to find ways to spice up a run-of-the-mill carousel ride. The children are given short sticks, with which they try to loop through a small metal ring attached to a pole each time they ride past. For the older kids who are bored with an otherwise uneventful carousel ride, it makes it more interesting. Even Soph's competitive spirit rose, and she asked for a second ride to get another shot at getting more of those rings.
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