Our second day in Paris began with a short walk to the nearest Patisserie where we bought pastries for breakfast. The kids were enthralled with the showcase of beautifully displayed cakes and pastries. There were delectable varieties of tarts, éclairs, cookies, chocolates, and breads. We each settled for one of the delicate, butter-drenched pastries and bought extra pain au chocolats for snacks later on. They tasted incredible! Every bite was a piece of heaven. From main dishes to desserts, the French are experts in making great food. Their portions are just right, exploding with flavour with every bite. Food here is a passionate art.
We had a train ride back to Agde scheduled for the early afternoon that day, so there was no time to waste, as we still had Notre Dame to visit. So we ate our breakfast at the bus stop, waiting for our bus headed to the cathedral. Sitting along a black wrought iron fence, we took in our surroundings of gorgeous French architecture, smelling the combination of spring blossoms and car fumes in the air. The Parisian morning sun warmed us, as we watched people head to work. High heeled ladies strutted past while cyclists manoeuvred through the traffic. Paris in the morning is a dream.
On the many bridges we traversed across in Europe, we’ve encountered love locks. We first learned about them in Seville, then found them throughout Italy and France. Couples from all over the world have left their mark on these old bridges, professing their undying love for each other by writing their names on the locks then tossing the key in the river. How romantic!
It was busy at Notre Dame that morning. I could tell by Grandma and Grandpa’s faces that they were a little overwhelmed by the crowds. There was a long trailing line-up to enter the church and the atmosphere was buzzing with international languages and camera flashes.
I am not exaggerating when I say that Edmund is a chick magnet. He has a certain endearing look and charm that make ladies pay attention. He was innocently watching a woman have her picture taken, and the next thing I know is that Edmund gets invited to take a photo with her. It’s happened a handful of times with my kids, but more so with Edmund. I think he’s pretty cute. Of course, I am a little biased because I am his mother. He resembles my favourite man (his dad), with a little brush of Asian twinkle to his looks.
Lucy was once again inspired to sketch the cathedral, so I stayed outside with her while her two rambunctious brothers played tag in the crowd. We had seen the inside of the Notre Dame Cathedral last year during our 10 days in Paris, so I was happy to sit outside and people-watch. Two Catholic Missionaries introduced themselves. Jean-Luc, Gabriel and I had a lovely visit talking about their work and the upcoming Easter celebrations that week. They invited us for a special mass at the cathedral that evening. Unfortunately, we had to catch our train that afternoon back to southern France.
Here’s a pic on our walk to catch the Metro. It still amazes me how comfortable our kids are in a foreign place. They sure are fanastic little travellers.
Written by Jenn