Pole Dancing In Paris

We’re at the please don’t make us go to another museum stage of the week.

The fourth little traveller tried to stage a protest “No more Museums!”

Guess what we’re doing today?

Going to another museum. Sorry kids.

Yesterday it was the Louvre. Just beautiful.

The little travellers insisted we go and see Mona first.

After that, well, it was challenging.

The audio devices at the Louvre are 3DS devices, the third little traveller became the IT specialist for the day.

This room provided a few giggles, renamed “Le room full of doodles”. I know, so cultured.

There were a lot of missing doodles. This sparked a whole conversation about the precise point when the doodles fell off. I overheard one little traveller say to another “Imagine if you were just walking around the Louvre and you heard something just drop on the ground ‘oh look, his doodle dropped off’ and imagine if it dropped on your head!” Uncontrollable laughter.

One day they’ll understand the magnitude of what they were looking at. Right?

There was a bit of this.

And then it was time to get rid of some of that pent up energy. Does anyone else subscribe to the theory that children need to be run like dogs? I’m a big believer.

There were more crepes, more hot chocolates, more beers and more wine.

A couple of us were a little confused about the aim of this exercise.

Things turned feral just after this shot was taken. Someone hit someone with a backpack. Someone sat on someone. Someone pushed someone through a turnstile at the Metro station. There was a race to get on the train, unfortunately it was the wrong train. While we waited for our next train there was a four child pile up that resulted in tears and G screaming “How about I sit on you? COME HERE AND LET ME SIT ON YOU!” At one stage I watched the fourth traveller use the rail in the middle of the train as some sort of pole dancing/fireman apparatus which resulted in him losing his balance and landing head first against the carriage doors. It was then that I shouted “YOU IDIOT” winning me the Mother of the year in transit award.

The bottle of wine that G and I opened at 10pm when we got the children to bed last night was perhaps the best bottle of wine in my life.

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