No matter how tired your kids legs are or how much their feet hurt, your kids will still insist on skipping the elevator and running up the stairs to our 3rd floor (4th by American standards) room.
The bus is only faster than the Metro to the Beauborg if you’re waiting at the correct bus stop.
The kids don’t listen to “Settle down!” any better in Paris than they do in Boston.
Popping bubbles outside the Beauborg is as much fun as going inside.
Beauborg is actually spelled Beaubourg.
My son is physically incapable of walking in a straight line. My daughter cannot last more than two minutes without breaking into a song.
My daughter is extremely impressed with my French. No one else is.
Adam is convinced his French is as good as mine. “The only problem,” he says, “is when I go to speak French, German comes out.” Huh?
Old habits die hard. I tell Pie to go to the bathroom before we head out to the Louvre. She’s watching Hannah Montana dubbed in French. “How do I pause the TV here?”
There must be something in the Parisian water: Two kids, three lost teeth!
Off to the Louvre!
I totally understand how Adam is feeling. When I visited Paris from Germany (a long, long time ago) and attempted to practice my French, it usually came out English. May have had something to do with the fact that the French had a very strong aversion to German accented French! – Love to read about your French vacation; Provence is fabulous and you are very lucky to be experiencing it in a romantic hotel. Hello to all of U from the Badlands in So. Dakota. – Claudia