On our first full day in Paris, I really wanted to give the kids a great impression of the city. Our oldest (T) had been there before, but this was the girls’ first trip to Europe. We arrived on a Tuesday afternoon and I was spending Thursday and Friday cooking at our friends’ apartment (for our Thanksgiving dinner on Friday evening). I suspected that Manly Guy would not push the kids hard on my cooking days to see lots of sights,so Wednesday needed to count.

My plan was to first visit Notre Dame, not far from where we were staying (in the Marais). Then we would walk along the Seine to the Eiffel Tower. Okay, it’s a long walk (more than two miles in one direction), but they would get a nice overview of Paris. And the walking would be good for us after a long day of travel the day before. I hoped that we would get to Tour Eiffel in the afternoon so that we could climb the stairs and watch the sunset from the top.

Getting the crew moving that morning was challenging. Red-eye flights are tough on everyone and no one wanted to get out of bed. It was a case of “herding cats” and we did not even exit the apartment until 1 PM, much later that I had wanted. But at least we were finally walking somewhere. We were at Notre Dame within half an hour.

The twins’ reaction to Notre Dame was so funny. S (our impatient one) raced through from one end of the church to the other in a few minutes and desperately wanted to just go outside and wait. (“No, honey, you can’t go outside and wait by yourself. We are in a foreign country.”) She sat by the entrance and sulked. On the other hand, J (our artistic one) wanted to move through the place very slowly and see every little corner. Manly Guy kept her company while I moved back and forth between sulking S, T (who had been there before) and V, who was neither enthralled nor incredibly bored. We ended up spending about two hours at Notre Dame, mostly accommodating J’s desire to see it all.

By now, everyone was hungry and tired. We grabbed some food at an overpriced, highly mediocre kabob place and finally started to move in the direction of  the Eiffel Tower. The sun was setting already. “Damn! I really wanted to see the sunset from the top!” was going through my head, but I kept it all on the inside, prodding the kids with cheerful banter to keep them moving. “C’mon, let’s keep up the pace so that we can get there!” I chirped at them. The sun set and the sky was darkening as we finally stood beneath the structure. At this point, I was still pushing them all to keep up, to get through Security, we needed to get our tickets, etc.

And here is where I encounter the Security guard. I was marching in the direction of the ticket booth, trying to get the kids to keep up and he looks at me, amused. “You are speed. Relax.” Joe smiled at this, probably wanting to express this sentiment all day.

No, I didn’t relax. I still pushed us to get our tickets and get marching up the Tour Eiffel. But the comment made me chuckle.

Interestingly, J and T were so tired from all the walking that they decided to wait at the bottom. But S, who had been so bored at Notre Dame, loved climbing up all those stairs to the second platform and insisted that we get tickets to the very top. The four of us (Manly Guy, S, V and me) spend quite a while at the top, taking lots of photos. It was lovely at night, more beautiful than I had expected. When we finally were at the bottom again, 1.5 hours later, we found J and T and headed off to find some dinner. It was a wonderful first day in Paris.