“We are all in the gutter… looking at the stars”

Wednesday – If it wasn’t so pitiful I’d be laughing –
oh go on then.

We ate what should have been our end of holiday treat-feast on a park bench in the drizzle, much to the bemusement of passing joggers.
Kings for the day, more like “Down and Out in Paris”.

feet in the gutter

No amount of vaseline on the lens can glamorise this

Nik washing up

But an adult otter swum up for a closer look as another and two pups stayed on the other side of the ornamental lake

Not that we haven’t tried to embrace more usual tourism. At the Paris camping, 50€ got us a “battery-hen” pitch, which along with the ubiquitous pizza saw us packed-up and driving away five minutes after waking up.

You see yesterday, just before dawn, our sleep ended in the roar of gas burners inflating two hot air balloons on the Loire floodplain.

Ballons at Dawn on the Loire

They rose gracefully, before being taken by the early morning breeze across the river and over the medieval town of D’Amboise.

Chateau d'amboise on the Loire

D’amboise (sur Loire) – magnifique

It was majestic, and as the river’s swift current carried me downstream, I imagined floating with them .

Max is learning to drive and took the wheel on the empty B roads. He also made his debut in the bear pit of the supermarket car park.

Max's first supermarket park1

Nicely done, now for the chocolate milk.

We’ve been treated to both earthly and ethereal experiences, and returning  to civilisation will take some adjustment. Tomorrow we’ll visit the  Louvre.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s