Notre Dame

We make it out and over to Notre Dame, where John finally notices

Is there a Metro stop near Oscar?

that we’re there.  I have a great picture of John’s parenting so far on this trip and it’s him looking at a map, trying to figure out the best metro stops to get places for the students, while Oscar climbs on a statue of Charlemagne.  John had forgotten how stressful a foreign study and being responsible for all of these students wears on him.  After Notre Dame, we head off to the back of the cathedral because I want to  

Guy on the phone is funny, Notre Dame still boring

see the deportation memorial, but it’s closed even though the hours on the door say that they should be open.   We then walk into the Latin Quarter in order to find some food and find one place to have cocktails, but move on to find dinner.  A shop of Star Wars paraphernalia later, we find a touristy place to have not so stellar dinners, but they were cheap and filling.  We do find some cheap souvenirs in this area too, which makes us happy because all of our shopping for this trip is almost done.  Walking toward a metro stop, we see the supermarket that I was trying to get to on the Champs in the rain and it’s open, so we 

bored with dinner

have to go.  And good thing too, because I found some packets of food for Oscar, but more importantly, John found good scotch really cheap.  So, now we have to find a way to ferret away alcohol bottles in the luggage and not be overweight on the next flight to Madrid.  This doesn’t seem like a bright idea, but John has the look of someone who has seen a deal that is too good to pass up.  We head into the metro and

bored waiting for the metro

 halfway through the trip down and then the transfer over to the line that takes us to the hotel, John finally realizes why I take the bus places in these towns.  You cannot do the metro with a stroller and a baby people, take my advice on this.  It doesn’t matter that the stroller folds up, that the diaper bag gets slung cross body, or anything else.  It’s too damn hard lugging all of it and a baby up and down those stairs.  But the metros in Paris are a work of art in themselves and Oscar does love to get on the train and watch them come through the stations.