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Traveling With Kids in Paris

Shhh. I’m hiding in an internet cafe on Rue Thouin across the street from the apartment we’re renting on the Left Bank in the Latin Quarter in Paris.

traveling with kids in Paris

The Carousel outside the Hôtel de Ville.

Henry left us for the day to travel to Verdun. He’s meeting an Englishman who travelled through the Chunnel from London to take him on a tour of the most violent, dreadful battlefield of World War I.

The Germans vs The French in a pyrrhic victory, leaving me with la petit filles to shop, eat, museum, shop, eat, museum, whine, extort, kvetch, troll for souvenirs, et al.

Which is why I left said daughters with my mom for a moment of internet cafe glamour por la nuit.

I wasn’t gone for two seconds when the harassing texts began:


Nonna’s Text: “Your farts smell like tomatoes! From Clare.” (aged 11)

Clare has apparently stolen her geriatric caregiver’s phone.

My Response: “Your farts smell like asparagus.”

Nonna’s Text: “Help!” (This message must be from my mother. She’s Nonna)

My Response: “Poor, Mom.”

Nonna’s Text: “Waasaaah.” (Not sure what language this is. Seems to be a cry for help.)

My Response: “Beat them if you must.”

Nonna’s Text: “Never!”

Two seconds go by.

Nonna’s Text: “Could you pick up baguette?”

My Response: “Could be here awhile. Can u take them out to get one?”

Nonna’s Test: “Don’t have a key. Never mind. We’ll starve.”

Sigh. Going to find baguette and impale myself upon it. That fucking Henry and his war re-enactments. I won’t even get into the Liberation of Greve on our honeymoon!

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Traveling with kids in Paris

They make them cute so you don’t sell them to Gypsies. Clare with Pierre on the Seine after visiting this … 

Traveling with Kids in Paris


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  1. Serena Belva
    Serena Belva 6 January, 2014, 07:32

    I’m jealous. I have never been to France. It looks cold there! Today in east Tennessee it is only a high of 21 degrees and I am longing for warm weather. Safe and fun travels!

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    • Shannon
      Shannon Author 7 January, 2014, 13:53

      Hi Serena — Don’t be too jealous. I will come home much poorer and chubbier. It is “brisk” here, but apparently not as “cold” as usual. Coming from L.A. I am so enjoying the fresh, colder air.

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  2. KymberlyFunFit
    KymberlyFunFit 13 January, 2014, 23:33

    I think gypsies pay more for the cute ones. Could pay for a lot of cafe au laits. Just putting that out there.

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