I go out walking

I just finished a video chat with Eliza, Theo and Ida (Ida was crawling!! Sort of!!) and Eliza said, "Do you ever go out and just walk?" and I had to laugh. That's pretty much what I do. I walk. Here are some things from walks on the past few days.

La Madeleine: one of Napoleon's (many) gigantic Roman-esque monuments to himself-turned-Catholic church. It is quite a sight, and apparently it has the best organ in the city. I'll have to go check that out.

A stand from the flower mart in front of the Madeleine, open every Tuesday and Thursday. So gorge.

Random act of bike cruelty.

Robbie wondering why a huge cargo thing came through the Métro station instead of our train.

A giant head wondering what it was doing in the Luxembourg gardens.

Ladurée wondering why it was closed at 7 pm, thus preventing me from satisfying my macaron craving. By the way, this location is the original Napoleon-era Ladurée salon.

Some macarons wondering why they were in the window and not in my mouf.

We decided to satisfy our cravings with some delicious treats from another place with nice wrapping. Patisseries are really great for wrapping beautiful pastries in beautiful packages.

See? Beautiful.

A sweet hat from the John Galliano store's window display. I know there are a few readers who will appreciate it.

The Opera. It's hard to get a good shot of it, but it's a pretty amazing building.

Okay, this requires a little bit of explaining. This is an example of the most recent Fete de Maman Sephora ads that are funny for a couple of reasons. 1) That woman is wearing a "baby on board" tank top. And sexy thigh highs. Where is the evidence of the baby on board? I doubt she has even held a baby in her lifetime. Am I right? 2) I think that by law, any ad that has English on it has to have a translation in small print at the bottom. I didn't get a great shot of this one, but there was a small blurb at the bottom that said "bébé à bord" (in case no one understood what the shirt said), and there was also a French translation of the phrase "pretty maman" (which is... "jolie maman"). The French are all about preserving the language, I know, but I think that it goes a little bit overboard, since I am pretty sure that 90% of Parisians speak English as well. If they tell you otherwise, I think that they are lying to you.

Okay, maybe it wasn't that funny. But I laugh to myself every time I see a little asterisk explaining the tagline. "Oh, so 'very important' means 'très importante'!! Thank you for enlightening me."

And... that's all.