Sunny in Paris

Today was beautiful.  It was  65 and sunny.  We took the children to the park to play on scooters.  They were delighted to meet two young boys who spoke English.  The youngest talked excitedly about their new friends, “They’re englishes!” she gushed.

“Americans,” we correct her laughing.  I also find a darling little french boy who resembles Jonathan Lipnicki, the kid in Jerry MaGuire.

We had lunch at the children’s grandmother’s house, as will be custom every day. We are served by her cook who first serves us salad, which unfortunately I do not eat because I do not like dressing.

The cook is called to attention by a little bell that is rung for service.  We are to use the best of manners.  The children are told to sit up straight and rest one hand on the table while eating.  We are served meatballs and vegetables.  For dessert we have strawberry sorbet and fresh strawberries.  It is delicious!

In the afternoon we return for tea and bread.  Later, I find old-fashioned postcards to send out showing Paris in its heyday!

We stroll down the Avenue des Champs-Elysees and I am pleasantly flabbergasted by the enormous Sephora.  It stretches into infinity and is packed with people.  I try on dozens of perfumes until I lose my sense of smell.

Although I do see smokers, they definitely aren’t as prevalent as I assumed they would be.  I tried to catch this man mid-smoke.  After a few pictures (pretending to capture the statue) I decide to stop being creepy and give up.

We’re hoping to attend a movie in one of Cinemas tonight (in English) if we aren’t too tired.  Hopefully it happens.