Max and went to visit the Catacombs of Paris. It’s an underground Labyrinth of quarries full of 6 or 7 million skeletons. I decided against wearing my skull and cross bones t-shirt.
When we got there, there was a queue that went literally around the block. We roughly counted the queue at 400 people, which would take about 90 minutes. We started waiting, but the purple behind us started smoking something banned by the Geneva convention.
I was very proud of Max when he suggested a random walk. We used a random number generator to choose which direction to go, and then randomly chose a new direction at each intersection.
We came across the ramblings of a madman outside a psychiatric hospital.
We even experimented with random metro travel. But we got bored of that and decided to go to the Arc de Triomph and see if we could see a car accident. The Arc is surrounded by a 12 way roundabout with 4 or 5 unmarked lanes. It is the traffic version of the ramblings of a madman we saw earlier. We didn’t see any accidents.
Max, Ada, and I took a canal cruise.
Because of the bridges.
And tunnel that was probably a couple of kilometres long under Paris.
We walked to the pet market and were disappointed. So we went to the Museum of Modern Art. It was really good. The kids liked some of it, but lost interest after a while.
Shari took the kids back to our apartment and have me a glorious 90 minutes to wander through the Museum without the kids. It is father’s day after all.
I really enjoyed the way they organised the art to show how one style led to another throughout the last century or so.
When I finally got back, Max had made dinner and Zoe made dessert, with a little help from Mum.
“The only difference between me and a madman is that I’m not mad” -Salvador Dali
Yep. That’s a urinal.
Luxembourg Gardens is an interesting park in Paris. It’s coolest feature is sailing boats! We obviously had to use the Australian and Pirate boats. They were nut remote control, but they were still lots of fun.
The Girls had a pony ride on some sad looking ponies. The playgrounds were pretty good, except that forthey charged entry. There was even a swing that changed entry, and of course the toilet charged entry.
I went looking for some sheet music of French folk music. I went to one of the biggest music shops in Paris, which was not much different to a big instrument shop in Sydney, except for the large selection of accordions available.
When I asked for some local folk music in sheet music form, they had no idea. So I asked if they had any books of music for traditional French instruments. “Well, we have the accordion…”
It turns out that this particular music shop produces the standard repertoire book(s) for the accordion, called Musette. It’s like the accordion version of The Real Book.
I also discovered that there is such a thing as a clarinet mute, which might make it more practical to practise late at night. They were out of stock, so I’ll have to find one online.
Near this music shop was a chocolate shop with a chocolate saxophone in the window.
Max and I were sitting in a nearby park thinking of random words, then combining them into something to look for in Paris. After searching for “dark green fountain” we discovered something called Wallace Fountains, donated as a gift to Paris, now used as a vital water source for the homeless. We found a dark green water fountain of our own too.
There are beautiful gardens hidden down alleys.
And weird Easter eggs hidden in driveways.
And last but not least, an opportunity for the first ever taste of Escargot.
He liked it!
I’ve “done” the Eiffel Tower before, but enjoyed it more this time.
We had more time. And it was fun with the family.
On the way there was a little bit of surrealist Australiana.
It looks like the Australian embassy is located with a nice view of the Eiffel Tower.
Max and I went up the stairs instead of the lift and were rewarded with a much cooler view.
Here is a wedding dress.
And here is a yellow Lamborghini.
Our last day in Odense was quite rainy, so after an aborted attempt at feeding the ducks, we chilled at the hotel. A quiet day.
The next day was travelling to Paris. We caught the train to Copenhagen, then hopped on a plane; destination Paris. Shari managed to find us a cool apartment in the centre of Paris. The neighbourhood is the equivalent of Darlinghurst in Sydney; lots of cool cafes and restaurants. The apartment is about 350 years old. There are ladders to lofts where the girls are sleeping, Zoe managed to fall down the ladder and hurt her shoulder. Not broken.
Unfortunately, Zoe’s injured finger from Egeskov Castle has turned out to be broken. Shari spent some time with a french dictionary so she could explain that Zoe “hurt her finger on Sunday, on a little car, at a castle in Denmark”. Her french was good enough to get through the medical system here in Paris. Zoe had an X-Ray and has a greenstick fracture of her finger. She’s most upset that she can’t do hand stands and cartwheels until it’s better.