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April 2nd Continued
As we said goodbye to Rachel, we decided to get into the long, but moving line to head up the steps of the Notre Dame tower. Before we left the States, I made sure everyone was aware that there are a plethora of steps. I explained that it was similar to the steps you watch Sleeping Beauty walk up before she touches the spindle. They had all been warned We started up the steps and about 2/3rds of the way, all the kids are laughing and sighing at the same time. With Julianna in the front, she would get so excited when she saw a beam of light streaming ahead. I see it I see it, we are almost there she would exclaim every 75th step or so, only to laugh and say, Oh no, that was just a window!!
We all made our way to the top and looked out. Nico stood as far away from the edge as possible, but he was up and about taking pictures.
I love the gargoyles watching over the streets of Paris. My favorite is one sticking his tongue out at the world below.
As we made our way around the building, Nico was over the sights below and ready to head back to solid ground. We made our way to the exit and started to head back down the steps. No, no the guard at the top was calling to us, You have to go up! Poor Nico, we walked up the tower another 150 steps to where the bell tolls. We went inside to take pictures of the bell and decided to walk to the exit.
There was a long line to go down and Nico was starting to cry. Poor little guy. I did tell him how amazingly proud I was of him for taking on his fear and doing all of the sites. I admire that child, he is such a trooper! We were stopped right before the steps and told to wait, we would be the next group down. Finally, we started to make our descent down the long, winding, narrow staircase. Diego, Julie, and Nico walked down first, then Samantha and I , followed by the entire rest of the people. Julie and Nico made their way easily, but Samantha walked the steps as if she was debuting in a wedding. One very slow step at a time. I kept apologizing to the people behind me as we tackled each individual step giving each one its due consideration and time. Finally, about 200 steps down, I saw a landing. I called out to Julie and Nico to wait for me at the bottom of the steps as I pulled Samantha to the side to let the others pass us by. They all gave a smile and a chuckle as they came around the bend spotting the little 6yo culprit of their torpid decline.
We made our way down and met the others who had been waiting for quite sometime. The kids were starving by this point, so we decided to find a taxi and head over to Champ Elysees for some food. All of our taxi drivers were fabulous and extremely friendly. They were willing to answer all of our questions and spoke wonderful English! I was impressed. It was Saturday and Champ Elysees was packed with people. It had turned out to be a beautiful day, low 70s, and it seemed everybody in Paris was out for a shopping spree.
We headed down a side street and found a restaurant off the beaten path. We were the only customers!! YAY!! We were greeted and sat right away, by a lovely friendly French woman. We practiced ordering and speaking (albeit very slowly) in French and this seemed to delight the waitress and she sat there patiently listening and correcting us when needed. I think this was one of our favorite wait staff anywhere we had been. She was wonderful. The meal was ok, nothing great, but hey, it was food and after asking for the addition, we left happy and full.
We decided to head over to the arc de triomphe, which I explained we could go up to the top as well, but it wouldnt be quite so high as the Eiffel Tower or Notre Dame. As we made our way over, Nico stopped in front of it and looked up, I thought you said it wasnt high, he said pointedly. It isnt as high as the others, I really think you will be ok this time.
I went to go pay and found out the kids were free. BONUS!! So we started to walk up the steps. Now, Diego is not used to walking so many steps, so while the kids and I were ok, he had to stop on every level to catch his breath. We finally made it to the top of the Arc and Nico was completely fine! He was taking pictures, laughing, and enjoying the views. After soaking in the warm sun and the gorgeous Parisian views, we made our way down the Arc to the subway line and walked back to the hotel.
We were exhausted by the time we got into our hotel room when Samantha turned to me and said, Mommy, I dont like Paris. I only like Disneyland Paris. When do we go there? I laughed, But you have never been to Disneyland Paris, so how do you know you like that better. I saw Disneyland Paris on your computer all those times, so I do know I like that much better. She had walked an insane amount of steps and a long way throughout Paris. I had a feeling she was right. She might just be a bit too young to appreciate Paris. But she did all the walking without complaint, so I was very proud of her. Julie had offered to switch beds with Samantha and we all settled down for what would hopefully be a peaceful deep sleep.
As we said goodbye to Rachel, we decided to get into the long, but moving line to head up the steps of the Notre Dame tower. Before we left the States, I made sure everyone was aware that there are a plethora of steps. I explained that it was similar to the steps you watch Sleeping Beauty walk up before she touches the spindle. They had all been warned We started up the steps and about 2/3rds of the way, all the kids are laughing and sighing at the same time. With Julianna in the front, she would get so excited when she saw a beam of light streaming ahead. I see it I see it, we are almost there she would exclaim every 75th step or so, only to laugh and say, Oh no, that was just a window!!
We all made our way to the top and looked out. Nico stood as far away from the edge as possible, but he was up and about taking pictures.
I love the gargoyles watching over the streets of Paris. My favorite is one sticking his tongue out at the world below.
As we made our way around the building, Nico was over the sights below and ready to head back to solid ground. We made our way to the exit and started to head back down the steps. No, no the guard at the top was calling to us, You have to go up! Poor Nico, we walked up the tower another 150 steps to where the bell tolls. We went inside to take pictures of the bell and decided to walk to the exit.
There was a long line to go down and Nico was starting to cry. Poor little guy. I did tell him how amazingly proud I was of him for taking on his fear and doing all of the sites. I admire that child, he is such a trooper! We were stopped right before the steps and told to wait, we would be the next group down. Finally, we started to make our descent down the long, winding, narrow staircase. Diego, Julie, and Nico walked down first, then Samantha and I , followed by the entire rest of the people. Julie and Nico made their way easily, but Samantha walked the steps as if she was debuting in a wedding. One very slow step at a time. I kept apologizing to the people behind me as we tackled each individual step giving each one its due consideration and time. Finally, about 200 steps down, I saw a landing. I called out to Julie and Nico to wait for me at the bottom of the steps as I pulled Samantha to the side to let the others pass us by. They all gave a smile and a chuckle as they came around the bend spotting the little 6yo culprit of their torpid decline.
We made our way down and met the others who had been waiting for quite sometime. The kids were starving by this point, so we decided to find a taxi and head over to Champ Elysees for some food. All of our taxi drivers were fabulous and extremely friendly. They were willing to answer all of our questions and spoke wonderful English! I was impressed. It was Saturday and Champ Elysees was packed with people. It had turned out to be a beautiful day, low 70s, and it seemed everybody in Paris was out for a shopping spree.
We headed down a side street and found a restaurant off the beaten path. We were the only customers!! YAY!! We were greeted and sat right away, by a lovely friendly French woman. We practiced ordering and speaking (albeit very slowly) in French and this seemed to delight the waitress and she sat there patiently listening and correcting us when needed. I think this was one of our favorite wait staff anywhere we had been. She was wonderful. The meal was ok, nothing great, but hey, it was food and after asking for the addition, we left happy and full.
We decided to head over to the arc de triomphe, which I explained we could go up to the top as well, but it wouldnt be quite so high as the Eiffel Tower or Notre Dame. As we made our way over, Nico stopped in front of it and looked up, I thought you said it wasnt high, he said pointedly. It isnt as high as the others, I really think you will be ok this time.
I went to go pay and found out the kids were free. BONUS!! So we started to walk up the steps. Now, Diego is not used to walking so many steps, so while the kids and I were ok, he had to stop on every level to catch his breath. We finally made it to the top of the Arc and Nico was completely fine! He was taking pictures, laughing, and enjoying the views. After soaking in the warm sun and the gorgeous Parisian views, we made our way down the Arc to the subway line and walked back to the hotel.
We were exhausted by the time we got into our hotel room when Samantha turned to me and said, Mommy, I dont like Paris. I only like Disneyland Paris. When do we go there? I laughed, But you have never been to Disneyland Paris, so how do you know you like that better. I saw Disneyland Paris on your computer all those times, so I do know I like that much better. She had walked an insane amount of steps and a long way throughout Paris. I had a feeling she was right. She might just be a bit too young to appreciate Paris. But she did all the walking without complaint, so I was very proud of her. Julie had offered to switch beds with Samantha and we all settled down for what would hopefully be a peaceful deep sleep.