So you may ask, what adventures have you gone on this week? Two words: Banque Postal, aka the post office. Who knew that sending packages with a language barrier to boot could be so exciting? My roommate and I had to tromp all over our beloved Le Vesinet to find an open post. Then Maddie had to go in search of packing tape and boxes whilst I guarded the precious candies and berets to be sent to her dear friends and family back in the States. Getting concerned looks from the postal workers, braving the awkward looks from the natives and then being offered a room in which to prepare the packages was quite the event. We finally got everything squared away and successfully sent 4 packages to travel the open sea and deliver their packaged goodies to a lucky few. It only took about 45 mins plus walking time and also gave us an extra 7,000 steps to add to the pedometer Maddie dutifully wears each day. And so every adventure can include a step count. Today’s would be right around 11,000 adventurous steps around the greater Paris metropolitan area.
|Me trying to tame the packages in the corner Maddi and I took over in the post|
|Success! 4 carefully tapped packages ready to go|
|An adventure just isn't an adventure with out some fake tattoos. Complements of what I assume to be the French equivalent of Bazooka bubble gum|
|All inked up, Maddie and I|
We met just on the other side of the street from the L’arc de Triomphe. I was surprised that I recognized him! He looked the same only a little older. I’m sure he thought the same thing. It was amazing getting to see the city from the top of the Arc and being shown Paris by a native Parisian.
|At the Arc. Crowded as always|
|Huge! Did you know?|
|La Defence: the business center of Paris. The square building is called the Grand Arch|
|Arthur pointing out all the goodies in the city|
|Lovely avenue in Paris|
|Arthur and Me. Just like old times|
|Eternal Flame for the Unknown Soldier|
|Gorgeous! I never get sick of walking into cathedrals!|
Then he showed me his home, which really is only a short walk away from the Arc de Triumph. One thing that struck me as I wondered around his flat was a proud connection with the past. My friend Arthur didn’t just have current family pictures hanging in his home, he had pictures of his grand, great grand, and even great great great grandparents. He even had a coat of arms. Legit.
|Adorable garden on Arthur's street|
|The view Arthur gets to wake up to every morning. Needless to say, I am completely jealous|
|Arthur's own personal Coat of Arms|
|Arthur's Great Great..... Grandpa|
|Another even more Great Grandpa|
|I love this shot. Classic decoy duck set in front of an original still life|