Gender stereotype reinforcement day! Boys climb as high as they can up the Eiffel
Tower, and have the pics to prove it.
Girls go on whirlwind shopping spree and have the goods to prove
it. Izzy and I start on the Right Bank
at two of the grand dames of Parisian department stores: Galleries Lafayette and Printemps. The former, with its glorious central dome is
a treasure of kids clothes (albeit, way up high past the glamorous stuff) while
the latter contains a stylish coat for moi.
Both are jammed on the first floors with groups of Asian shoppers lined
up outside the highest-end leather boutiques – Prada, Gucci, etc. – where they
will buy bags that I guess are cheaper here than where they live.
Then we metro it across the river to meet Uncle Tom and Aunt
KT for more touring around Le Bon Marché, where the store styling is a bit
edgier and the shoe department is mesmerizing.
The Bon Épicerie yields the aforementioned crème de mûre as well as
fleur de sel au zeste de citron vert, truffle potato chips (OMG is the only way
to describe these), un peu du foie gras, et des patisseries trés belles.
I am felled by
the morning’s activity but rally for Moroccan across the street at L'Atlas,
which was very tasty[1], and glace from Berthillon (grand
marnier and peche de vigne for me, caramel au beurre salé for Pierre, melon for
Isabel, mûre sauvage OMG and melon for Guillaume). Then we hotfooted it
over to the Arc de Triomphe (along with all those people at Notre Dame) to see
the Eiffel Tower do its hourly sparkly thing at night. The climb up is
not so bad but I’m dreading the descent on my bum ankle when mirable dictu, a
guard notices me hobbling around and asks if I would like to take the ascenseur
down. Et ma famille, aussi? Oui, oui.
Merci, monsieur!
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