Paris Day 5

I think this day started poorly. I seem to remember we had a really, really hard time getting out of the apartment. And there may have been bickering. Let's forget about that. We had to buy a new camera card (argh!) and Geoff had to go back to the apartment for the camera (double-argh!). Luckily, this meant Hazel got to ride another carousel.

This was a more modern one. What with the cars and the rising up and down. This seemed like a neighborhood carousel, not a tourist one.

Whatever, Hazel loved it.
Then we went to the cemetery. Along the way, a flower vendor ran out, stopped us and gave Hazel a flower (she was being a little pouty and it went a long way to cheering her up). He then practiced his English on us and said, "Obama good!" with a big, old thumps up.

And then we met an indian who wanted the flowers.
This may be one of my favorite pictures of the trip. I love the drama of the kidlet. Yep, we are still posing like statues.
The ninja wanted to see Jim Morrison's grave. She is a big fan of The Doors.
Hazel is a big fan of the Wilde name. She doesn't really know who Oscar Wilde is, other than the Selfish Giant story, but she does recognize her last name.
The flowers were removed from their stems and applied to her ponytails. They were a lifesaver.
Then we head to the science museum! Woo!
It messed with our perception. Or maybe Geoff shrunk and Hazel grew.
Silliness on the mirror.
Aliens!
Unfortunately, it closed at 6pm, like everything else, so we didn't get to spend much time science-ing. Curses!

But we did have fun playing outside. Even if one us got a little tilt-y.
Giant, mirrored globe!
We all threw our hands up in the air and danced like we just didn't care.
And then we got to ride the beloved metro again.
To Sacre Coeur!
Honestly, this was one of my least favorite places. It was the first time we were really hit with classic "tourist" mobs. And, what a mob it was. So many people, so many people trying to sell them beer, so many pickpockets, so many street vendors running from the cops.

The highlight was finding this scarf for Hazel. She loves it and still gets tons of entertainment out of it.

While we were in the area, we decided to see (from the outside only) Moulin Rouge.
Not really the best area to be taking a five-year-old after dark.
But then we found the air vent.
This giant platform that blew air. I think it was from the metro, but I really don't know. Whatever it was, it was semi-warm and there was a ton of it. She told me this was her favorite part of Paris.
And then it was time to head home to bed.
Yeah, yeah, I have more days. I will get to them. I promise!