I absolutely loved our trip to Paris! We had an amazing time. The only downfall was my feet giving out before my brain. (FYI - I set aside my upset feelings about missing our plane - although Bob and I will have to work through that one.)
The Olivier's were wonderful hosts. Not only did we get to crash there, Michelle made us gourmet dinners and brought us wonderful breakfasts from the neighborhood patisserie. Marc
took a day out of his busy schedule to speed walk us around the Latin Quarter (I've never seen him move so quickly!) and Max and Lucas joined us for several adventures.
(A breakfast of almond croissants, chocolate almond croissants and pain aux chocolat.)
Max, Lucas, Nicole and Kristen were troopers - especially for the stuff that wasn't as interesting to them. I did my best to add interest - thus the following story from the cathedral at Les Invalides, where Napoleon is entombed.Inside this beautiful cathedral are several tombs/caskets - but the most notable is of Napoleon Bonaparte. As you can tell (picture below) from comparing the size of the people to the casket - the thing is immense. It is surrounded by gorgeous inlaid marble and stunning statues all around. There are a set of stairs to take you down next to the casket, or you can look at it from the main level. I had gone down and seen it up close and thought the kids, who were getting bored, would enjoy the close up view. By the time I had gone back up to the main level - they had gone down the stairs with Bob. As I looked down onto the casket - I spied the kids and thought the angle would make a cool picture. I leaned over the marble railing to take the picture, forgetting that my sunglasses were hanging from the front of my shirt. In horror I watched my glasses fall down and shatter next to Napoleon's tomb! The noise was surprisingly loud, and mine was not the only gasp to be heard. I felt like I would be kicked out of France. I raced down the stairs to discover that I could not retrieve the glasses, as there is a marble wall all the way around. Bob and Kristen had seen the glasses fall - only with the loud noise thought it was my camera.
This whole incident brought the kids to life. Of all the cool things we had shown them, nothing was as fascinating as my shattered glasses.
I know the picture is dark - but you can see from their expressions the sheer enjoyment of my clumsiness. They documented the event with extensive photos and talked about it for some time afterwards. I'm here to entertain.