Today we slept in again... we are wondering what is it about Paris that makes Nicholas sleep so much? Laura went for a walk all by herself over to the park and sat on a bench and did some Parisian people-watching. On her way back she discovered another park with a better suited playground for Nicholas closer to our apartment. The fact that you can turn a corner and find something magnificent, or maybe just simple but utterly unexpected, is the basis for what we love so much about this city. I'm sure that it will be the same with other cities in Europe, and across the world for that matter, but Paris is special. The last time we visited, we took the un-planned approach, and simply jumped on the Metro to see where it would take us. We're following the same premise this time, with the exception of a few planned activities with Nicholas.
We've realized that there is a big difference between weekdays and the weekends in Paris. For a few days after our arrival, we were wondering where all the small children were. Every time we went out for walks, we would only see 1 or 2 other people who had children of preschool age. Even the playgrounds were fairly quiet. However, once Saturday arrived, the streets flooded with families and tourists. We figure that it must be common to come to Paris for the weekend, or else everyone decides to get out of the house because it is very very busy. I'll try to take a picture of the street below our apartment at the same time of evening on a Wednesday and a Saturday to compare.
After Laura returned from her walk we all went out again to get lunch from a falafel place around the corner but the line at the falafel place we wanted to go to was incredibly long, we ended up getting a snack from a close by (and much slower) bakery. We then set out for the supermarket to pick up some milk, only to discover it was closed early. Nicholas and Laura went to a close by park to play while I went and successfully found an open general store to buy milk. We returned to the apartment, and before we knew it, it was bedtime.
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