Last summer we spent two weeks in Paris. While Rama was off doing some music stuff, Elodie and I spent a particularly lovely day together.
We walked across the city, from the 10th arrondissement to the 7th, to pay our respects to the Eiffel Tower. Or I should say I walked across the city, while Elodie snoozed away in her stroller. And the timing couldn’t have been better, as soon as we arrived, she woke up.
“I see that we got there already,” she declared upon waking.
“Got where?” I asked.
“The big house!”
As you can see, we had lots of fun at the big house. Thanks to a man selling ice cream (not pictured), and a water gun.
Since we had such a long walk back (I don’ttake the metro in Paris by myself with a stroller), I wanted to get an early start, so we set off back across the city after soaking up all the delights the Eiffel Tower had to offer (no, we didn’t go up, despite the desires of one little person).
We walked along the Left Bank of the Seine for a while, and saw people picnicking at long tables after work. The wine was flowing.
Then, we found a super cool playground right along the riverbank!
Elodie wasted no time going all “Cirque de Soleil” on it. (Her dad’s side of the family was in the circus).
Then we said “goodbye” to the kind Mr. Zebra who was keeping an eye on the place, and set off across the river.
Thankfully, Elodie kept the villains at bay with her trusty water pistols (shaped like a dolphin and a fish).
But she just couldn’t shake that feeling that we were being followed. Spies are everywhere in Paris!
Finally, we found some peace and quiet at a nice spot called Cafe Diana. It’s an open-air restaurant right in the park, and we got a primo table for two overlooking a darling duck pond. Few restaurants in Paris are kid friendly, but this one was as good as it gets. Everything went smoothly, and our waiter didn’t give us any trouble, though I’m pretty sure he’s in the French mafia.