Friday, November 19, 2010
For those in on the bet
Day 3 in Paris. Finnley refused to wear shoes for most of the day. He also denied us the ability to look like somewhat in control parents as he stripped his socks and coat off while walking down the Champs-Elysees. People would look at our barefooted babe in his stroller then look up at us in shock because guess what, it's cold here, 7 degrees celcius to be exact. What can you do? If he gets cold enough he will wear his darn socks is what we kept telling ourselves but he never did. We finally had to force them on him. You can picture this right? The screaming and gnashing of teeth, the brimstone and fire. It was ripe. So ripe.
We visited the Musee d'Orsay to see works of little know artists like, Monet, Renoir, Degas. You know, the basics. Haha. Ah, if only the boys could truly appreciate what they saw today. I do pinch myself sometimes Julie!
We truly felt like pioneer children as we walked and walked and walked oh and walked some more. From St Germain to Jardin de Tuileries and down the champs-élysées to the Arc de Triomphe and back across to the flame of liberty getting a closer view of the Eiffel tower. Holden is dying to make it there but it's reserved for Sunday. That's the thing about Paris, you could walk for ages and not be any more aware that you have walked more than a block. It's easy, so much to see, so much to explore. The boys are crashed. We fully wear them out every day. Here's to hoping I have a clothed child tomorrow. Maybe he has seen too many naked statues?