We’re getting settled into the rhythm of Paris. We’re pretty good at figuring out metros, got the tipping situation down and we’re working on our French. French isn’t going so well. We say Bon jour or merci just like the French do and they look at us strangely and answer back “hello”. Guess we still look like Americans!
We took a wonderful tour of varsille the other day. The guide was great and Michael and I learned so much French history. The kids absorbed some of the tour but their feet were tired and it was hot. I’m learning that tours are great because Michael and I don’t have all this knowledge and background of what we’re seeing but they’re very fast-paced and after a bit, the kids hit information overload and tune out (which equates to hanging on me and begging for the tour to end). I still love that we’re all learning new things and don’t really care that the kids are only getting bits and pieces for now.
Speaking of tours…we set off on a tour of the louvre and sacreccure which we had really been looking forward to. Being art history dummies we figured a tour was a MUST! First off, the guide was practically running through the louvre (literally running) so trying to keep up amid the ocean of people was very difficult. The bigger problem was her English…her accent was so heavy we had no idea what she was talking about! None! After a half hour of chasing said guide through the louvre, Michael told her we were dropping out of the tour. We finally found the angry, rude French person we’d been warned about so often (up till now, every French person we met was super kind and patient with us!). She was pissed! Hahaha…who knew we were such a great loss to the tour.
After a series of calamities we had our English head sets and we were off to tour the louvre $300 poorer but in actual English. We sorta saw the Mona Lisa between the heads of the throngs of tourists trying to get a glimps of her. Actually the best view I got was through the digital screens on every bodies super zoom cameras! Now we can say we’ve seen it. I was much more taken by several other paintings (dinner at canna, or the one with naked girl with a feather thing by her tush). I don’t know why Americans get the reputation of being so undereducated??
So…we’re heading down one of the marble staircases to see one last piece of art and Michael trips and rolls his ankle. His face goes completely white and his head beads with sweat…not good! We hobbled him as far as we could until we had to give in and call medical assistance. Three lovely medics got him iced and wrapped and escorted us out via wheel chair (which the kids and I had fun photographing). The next morning it was getting worse so we headed to the hospital for x-rays. 13 hours later we had a diagnosis of a fractured bone in his foot and crutches to help get around until it heals. We’re so thankful he avoided surgery!! Navigating metros and cobblestone streets should prove interesting moving forward! Charlotte is being a wonderful nurse and never leaves his side!
Never a dull moment with the grizwalds!