1.09.2014

Paris, Day 2!

Following the wonderful time at Disney, we re-grouped, waited for the morning of rain to clear up, then set out to tour the city.  I was a couple months pregnant and unlike my first 2 pregnancies, this one brought along some morning sickness.  I felt terrible, but after some lunch, I was able to get up by my bootstraps and continue on.  That's what big girls do, right?!  

The first stop was the Arc de Triomphe.  Brady was excited to be there...


We found a bicycle rickshaw to take us to the Eiffel Tower.  Brady got a big kick out of this because he asked the guy to take us then said "Haha!  That guy listens to little kids!  He lets little kids tell him what to do!"  That was perhaps the highlight of his day!



Once again, Brady is thrilled.  I could post every picture and Brady would look the same, so I just find one where the rest of us look good!  In his defense, I think we had just told him we weren't going to the top of the tower and he was disappointed.

Apparently this was a day for a variety of transportation.  We took a train, a bicycle, and then onto a boat tour


and we saw...


 Notre Dame Cathedral

And then Greg and I professed our undying love by writing our initials on a lock and throwing the key into the water below

Look at all those locks!  There must be so many happy couples in this world!

After getting caught in a torrential rain storm, we stopped at a cafe while our master navigator found the fasted route to our train and the kids ate giant bowls of chocolate pudding


Because of the rainy morning, we had a very short amount of time and missed many sights.  I got the feeling that Paris is most appreciated when time is spent walking the streets and absorbing the culture as opposed to just seeing the famous museums and cathedrals.



We returned to the campground and it turns out that our kids didn't need the grand city of Paris.  All it took was a giant rain puddle to make this a good day (and it made us happy to see them enjoying it!).






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