It was a beautiful day in the City of Light, and the Jardin des Plantes ended up being the perfect place to spend it with the kids. Unfortunately, our 6:30 am flight put a wrench in all of the day’s pre-planned activities. Our group was split up and we never got back together after leaving RER train. (Even when you live 15 minutes from the airport, a crack of dawn flight is not a good idea. I gave my sister an “I told you so” on that one.)
So being alone with two exhausted toddlers, no google, no sense of direction and a five word French vocabulary, we found ourselves having nowhere to eat dinner. (It was also 5pm, i.e., not French dinner time.) I know this sounds a bit ridiculous, but it is starting to be a pattern for us—every time we are on vacation anywhere with the kids, even in places known for wonderful food, we can’t find anywhere to eat. It’s probably a function of the fact that we are always staying in sketchy parts of town.
But in any case, having spent the latter part of the day lost and carrying the baby on my back while pushing LL in a stroller, we were exhausted and the kids were hungry. It was too early to eat anywhere, so we headed to the nearest supermerché and bought anything that didn’t require cooking. This ended up being: strawberries, a baguette, emmenthal cheese, plain yogurt, red, yellow and green mini tomatoes, and pre-washed lettuce. We had a little hotel bed picnic and of course it was fun for the kids anyway.
But this is Paris, so I’m hoping to have the opportunity to photograph some food porn tomorrow.