Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Showing posts with label France. Show all posts
Saturday, January 27, 2018
Friday, July 07, 2017
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Puget-Théniers
Two Sundays ago we visited a friend in Puget-Théniers, a little mountain village an hour away. Dio puked on the way up and Ivy almost did, but a piece of chewing gum saved the day.
We went on a post-lunch stroll and ended up taking an impromptu swim in a mountain stream. Clothing optional. My artist friend took the pictures.
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We went on a post-lunch stroll and ended up taking an impromptu swim in a mountain stream. Clothing optional. My artist friend took the pictures.
Sunday, January 08, 2017
First time skiing for Inga and Ivy
Friday evening we decided, "Let's go skiing tomorrow!" We packed the car full of boots, skis, coats, pants, and mittens and drove up to Auron. The ski resorts near us haven't got much snow yet, and the lower hills were all man-made snow.
Still it was great to get the whole family on skis for the first time. Ivy and Inga had never been, and it was my first time skiing for 12+ years...thanks to being pregnant or breastfeeding or both ever since Zari was born.
Ivy loved it.
Inga, on the other hand, had a rough day. She was still recovering from a horrible GI bug she got on Tuesday morning. We thought she was on the mend...then she puked once in the car and again when we were getting our boots on. Eric took her on the slopes for an hour or two, and she was a sobbing mess by the end. I took her into a restaurant that was kind enough to let us camp out--there aren't communal ski lodges in France, just individual restaurants and cafes. She had diarrhea and then immediately fell asleep on a few chairs for the rest of the afternoon. She hadn't eaten anything all day, poor thing, and very little since Tuesday.
But she's acting normal today for the first time in almost a week. Normal = talking nonstop, jumping around, being obstinate, running, and eating.
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Still it was great to get the whole family on skis for the first time. Ivy and Inga had never been, and it was my first time skiing for 12+ years...thanks to being pregnant or breastfeeding or both ever since Zari was born.
Ivy loved it.
Inga, on the other hand, had a rough day. She was still recovering from a horrible GI bug she got on Tuesday morning. We thought she was on the mend...then she puked once in the car and again when we were getting our boots on. Eric took her on the slopes for an hour or two, and she was a sobbing mess by the end. I took her into a restaurant that was kind enough to let us camp out--there aren't communal ski lodges in France, just individual restaurants and cafes. She had diarrhea and then immediately fell asleep on a few chairs for the rest of the afternoon. She hadn't eaten anything all day, poor thing, and very little since Tuesday.
But she's acting normal today for the first time in almost a week. Normal = talking nonstop, jumping around, being obstinate, running, and eating.
Thursday, January 05, 2017
Back in France
3 days after Christmas, we packed up our house, loaded 6 suitcases, 1 violin, 1 duffel bag, 4 backpacks, and 4 children into a friend's minivan, and flew to France.
We'll be in Nice until the end of the summer. Why? Well, 300 days of sunshine + ocean + Mediterranean climate is a good enough excuse. But we're here primarily so I can work on my breech projects with Shawn Walker. I'm continuing to interview US providers and administrators while I'm over here.
We're both taking a half-year unpaid leave of absence to make it work. Some day, I would love to get paid for the work I do in maternity care...Anyone want to hire me?
Adjusting to the new time zone was brutal for Eric and me this time. And just when we felt back to normal, Inga got really sick. I've never seen anything like it in my 10+ years of parenting. She threw up nonstop for 24 hours, at least 20-30 times. The next day she started sipping electrolyte solution and even ate some applesauce by dinnertime. Today she's still down with a fever and quite weak.
Fortunately Inga is the happiest sick child ever. She's super chipper and never cried or complained about throwing up so much. She even loved it when she threw up juice: "Look it's pink! And it tastes good! I hope I throw up juice again!"
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We'll be in Nice until the end of the summer. Why? Well, 300 days of sunshine + ocean + Mediterranean climate is a good enough excuse. But we're here primarily so I can work on my breech projects with Shawn Walker. I'm continuing to interview US providers and administrators while I'm over here.
We're both taking a half-year unpaid leave of absence to make it work. Some day, I would love to get paid for the work I do in maternity care...Anyone want to hire me?
Adjusting to the new time zone was brutal for Eric and me this time. And just when we felt back to normal, Inga got really sick. I've never seen anything like it in my 10+ years of parenting. She threw up nonstop for 24 hours, at least 20-30 times. The next day she started sipping electrolyte solution and even ate some applesauce by dinnertime. Today she's still down with a fever and quite weak.
Fortunately Inga is the happiest sick child ever. She's super chipper and never cried or complained about throwing up so much. She even loved it when she threw up juice: "Look it's pink! And it tastes good! I hope I throw up juice again!"
Sunday, July 17, 2016
Update about Nice
I've received so many messages from people wondering if we're okay after the attack on Bastille Day in Nice. Thankfully, yes, we are fine. We didn't go the fireworks that night because we were getting up at 4 am the next morning to fly home. Around 11 pm, Eric was looking out our windows and saw people running down the streets in a panic. We knew that something was happening, but had no idea of the specifics. When we went to bed after midnight, there were vague reports of a vehicle on the Promenade, but it wasn't clear if it was an accident or not.
Our phone starting ringing at 2 am with family members asking if we were okay. We wondered what all the fuss was about and got progressively grumpier with each phone call. Finally we got out of bed to see what had happened. Just terrible.
I go walking along that stretch of the Promenade every evening. The police stopped the truck about 500 meters away from where we usually watch the fireworks. If we had gone that night and if it had taken just a bit longer to stop the driver, we would have been right in his path.
When we left Nice, the entire Promenade was closed down from the Old Town to the airport. The Jazz Festival was cancelled. Rihanna cancelled her concert scheduled for the 15th.
We spent two days getting home due to flight cancellations and finally arrived yesterday evening.
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Our phone starting ringing at 2 am with family members asking if we were okay. We wondered what all the fuss was about and got progressively grumpier with each phone call. Finally we got out of bed to see what had happened. Just terrible.
I go walking along that stretch of the Promenade every evening. The police stopped the truck about 500 meters away from where we usually watch the fireworks. If we had gone that night and if it had taken just a bit longer to stop the driver, we would have been right in his path.
When we left Nice, the entire Promenade was closed down from the Old Town to the airport. The Jazz Festival was cancelled. Rihanna cancelled her concert scheduled for the 15th.
We spent two days getting home due to flight cancellations and finally arrived yesterday evening.
Wednesday, June 22, 2016
Chamonix and Mont Blanc
We took a 3-day trip to Chamonix, a village high in the French alps at the foot of Mont Blanc. Eric was invited to give a reading at the Mont Blanc Writing Workshop, reading from Hemingway on a Bike. Why not make a family trip out of it?
The drive took us 4 1/2 hours, along the Italian coast, up through the central plains growing arborio rice, and back into France at the very end. We went under 154 tunnels on the way there, including the longest tunnel I've ever driven in--the tunnel going right underneath Mont Blanc!
This trip was epic in more than one sense. We did both drives without stopping. You might not be all that impressed, if you've never gone on a road trip with four small children.
The best part, though, was the hiking. Day 1 was cloudy, misty, and rainy. Good for short hikes. Day 2 was a rare day of sunshine in an otherwise unusually rainy June. We opted to hike to Montenvers Mer de Glace (Montenvers Glacier).
Last year Eric ran up to the top in 45 minutes, so we were under-prepared for how long and difficult it would be (1 mile vertical gain according to my GPS map and 11.4 miles long according to my fitness tracker). I didn't bring enough water and we ate every last crumb of our food at the top. I also had to cajole a very cranky Zari into not giving up. She was ready to head home after less than 2 hours of hiking.
But we made it! And everyone--Zari included--loved reaching the summit, watching an avalanche, riding a gondola down to the glacier, and walking through ice caves.
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The drive took us 4 1/2 hours, along the Italian coast, up through the central plains growing arborio rice, and back into France at the very end. We went under 154 tunnels on the way there, including the longest tunnel I've ever driven in--the tunnel going right underneath Mont Blanc!
This trip was epic in more than one sense. We did both drives without stopping. You might not be all that impressed, if you've never gone on a road trip with four small children.
The best part, though, was the hiking. Day 1 was cloudy, misty, and rainy. Good for short hikes. Day 2 was a rare day of sunshine in an otherwise unusually rainy June. We opted to hike to Montenvers Mer de Glace (Montenvers Glacier).
Last year Eric ran up to the top in 45 minutes, so we were under-prepared for how long and difficult it would be (1 mile vertical gain according to my GPS map and 11.4 miles long according to my fitness tracker). I didn't bring enough water and we ate every last crumb of our food at the top. I also had to cajole a very cranky Zari into not giving up. She was ready to head home after less than 2 hours of hiking.
But we made it! And everyone--Zari included--loved reaching the summit, watching an avalanche, riding a gondola down to the glacier, and walking through ice caves.
Sunday, May 29, 2016
This weekend's hike: Vallon obscur du Donaréo
Scroll down for directions on how to find the trailhead.
Our across-the-street neighbors recommended hiking the vallon obscur du Donaréo, a hidden valley just outside of Nice. I'm writing up about our hike because we had the hardest time finding the trail head! It's not even a proper trail, except there is one sign at the beginning. Unless you know where to go, you'd never find it.
As we began the hike, the canyon walls lengthened and narrowed, cutting off the sunlight and casting us into a cool gloom. We had entered a magical world. We hopped over a small stream running through the bottom, occasionally dipping our feet in the cool water. The canyon walls were covered with moss, ferns, and sub-tropical vegetation. Mist and water droplets falling from above kept us cool--not that we needed to cool off any more!
Also lots of frogs, tadpoles, and lizards.
Back to reality--how do you get there? I visited many French sites describing the hike (here, here, and here, for example, but they weren't helpful enough to get us to the right place. We finally found it thanks to flagging down an old Niçois hiker.
Directions to the vallon obscur du Donaréo:
The valley can be hiked from the top (from Castagniers) or from the bottom, which is where we started.
1. Drive to the crematorium of Nice (Chemin du Roguez, 06670 Colomars). Take the road towards the crematorium, not to the Nécropole. Drive past the crematorium gates. 20 meters after the gates, park alongside the road or pull into a little gravel parking area on your right.
2. On your left, you'll see a chained-off road. Walk over the chain towards the concrete structures at the end.
3. Once you get to the end, slip through the little area on the right.
4. Walk along the wood planks, following the canal. Soon you'll cross over the canal and see a sign with information about the hike.
5. Go onto the little stream bed and start hiking up the valley. You can go as far as you wish. Near the top you will see an aqueduct; we didn't go this far as our kids were getting tired. The hike isn't strenuous, but there is some climbing over boulders and scrambling up and down steep slopes. Be sure to wear shoes that can get wet!
A short preview...
A longer look...
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Our across-the-street neighbors recommended hiking the vallon obscur du Donaréo, a hidden valley just outside of Nice. I'm writing up about our hike because we had the hardest time finding the trail head! It's not even a proper trail, except there is one sign at the beginning. Unless you know where to go, you'd never find it.
As we began the hike, the canyon walls lengthened and narrowed, cutting off the sunlight and casting us into a cool gloom. We had entered a magical world. We hopped over a small stream running through the bottom, occasionally dipping our feet in the cool water. The canyon walls were covered with moss, ferns, and sub-tropical vegetation. Mist and water droplets falling from above kept us cool--not that we needed to cool off any more!
Back to reality--how do you get there? I visited many French sites describing the hike (here, here, and here, for example, but they weren't helpful enough to get us to the right place. We finally found it thanks to flagging down an old Niçois hiker.
Directions to the vallon obscur du Donaréo:
The valley can be hiked from the top (from Castagniers) or from the bottom, which is where we started.
1. Drive to the crematorium of Nice (Chemin du Roguez, 06670 Colomars). Take the road towards the crematorium, not to the Nécropole. Drive past the crematorium gates. 20 meters after the gates, park alongside the road or pull into a little gravel parking area on your right.
2. On your left, you'll see a chained-off road. Walk over the chain towards the concrete structures at the end.
3. Once you get to the end, slip through the little area on the right.
4. Walk along the wood planks, following the canal. Soon you'll cross over the canal and see a sign with information about the hike.
5. Go onto the little stream bed and start hiking up the valley. You can go as far as you wish. Near the top you will see an aqueduct; we didn't go this far as our kids were getting tired. The hike isn't strenuous, but there is some climbing over boulders and scrambling up and down steep slopes. Be sure to wear shoes that can get wet!
A short preview...
A longer look...
Saturday, May 07, 2016
Off to France again
We're spending the summer in Nice. We left last weekend with only 6 suitcases this time.
We pulled the kids out of school back home and put them in the French public school. All four children are in school this year, with Ivy in the "toute petite section" that starts at age 2.5. She did amazingly her first day, but the second day she clung to us and sobbed. She goes only in the morning. I love having school right around the corner and 2-hour lunch breaks!
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We pulled the kids out of school back home and put them in the French public school. All four children are in school this year, with Ivy in the "toute petite section" that starts at age 2.5. She did amazingly her first day, but the second day she clung to us and sobbed. She goes only in the morning. I love having school right around the corner and 2-hour lunch breaks!
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Attic before & after pictures
One of the very last rooms we finished, just a few days before we left France, was the attic bedroom where Zari, Dio, and Inga slept.
This is the "oldest" room in the house; you can see the original beamed ceiling and stone walls. In contrast, everything has been plastered over downstairs.
Before
The attic was definitely the ugliest area of the house with peeling plaster and paint, no lights (just one outlet for the entire room), and a crumbling painted floor. The main room is a large rectangle with an area for a big bed and built-in shelves.
The ceiling painted was cracked and peeling. See the single outlet? That powered everything in the entire room.
In the middle of the floor is the access hatch with a very steep staircase--almost a ladder--leading down. The circuit breaker is on the left behind the pile of bedding. The little "room" on the right, above the downstairs hallway, had no floor and was criss-crossed with electrical conduits.
Renovations included....
After!
See Inga's little room? I made two curtains for it: one in the far back to hide some shelves and another in the front that was see-through. Just for fun!
Here's a wide-angle view of the room. The window of the right leads to a storage room above the back bedroom. We also wired that room with a light fixture. Let there be light!
We also built a wood hatch that completely covers the attic opening (not pictured). It can be folded in half or removed completely. It's strong enough for adults to walk on.
And that is the attic!
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This is the "oldest" room in the house; you can see the original beamed ceiling and stone walls. In contrast, everything has been plastered over downstairs.
Before
The attic was definitely the ugliest area of the house with peeling plaster and paint, no lights (just one outlet for the entire room), and a crumbling painted floor. The main room is a large rectangle with an area for a big bed and built-in shelves.
The ceiling painted was cracked and peeling. See the single outlet? That powered everything in the entire room.
In the middle of the floor is the access hatch with a very steep staircase--almost a ladder--leading down. The circuit breaker is on the left behind the pile of bedding. The little "room" on the right, above the downstairs hallway, had no floor and was criss-crossed with electrical conduits.
Renovations included....
- Scraping, sealing, & repainting the ceiling beams
- Building an elevated wooden plank floor over the little hallway room (where Inga sleeps)
- Wiring the entire attic,adding 3 light fixtures and about 16 outlets
- Scraping, replastering, wallpapering, and painting the walls
- Repainting the bookshelves
- Leveling the floors, then laying the same flooring that's in the rest of the house (Amtico Spacia in Warm Teak)
- Installing guard rails on the attic window (it's an 8-foot drop to the staircase below!)
- Renovating the staircase (you can't see it much in the pictures, but it was old painted staircase with lots of chipping paint. We painted the sides white and put the matching wooden flooring on the treads.)
- Making sea glass art with pieces we'd found on the beach
- Sewing curtains & decorative cushions
After!
See Inga's little room? I made two curtains for it: one in the far back to hide some shelves and another in the front that was see-through. Just for fun!
Here's a wide-angle view of the room. The window of the right leads to a storage room above the back bedroom. We also wired that room with a light fixture. Let there be light!
We also built a wood hatch that completely covers the attic opening (not pictured). It can be folded in half or removed completely. It's strong enough for adults to walk on.
And that is the attic!
Monday, August 17, 2015
See us on House Hunters International!
So remember last winter I made some cryptic comments about a TV show that we were going to be on? It's finally announced:
We're going to be on House Hunters International!
It airs Thursday, August 20th at 10:30 pm EST, and again at 1:30 am on the 21st. Our episode is called "Nice To See You Again."
It was really fun to tape the episode. I have no idea what our story will be on the show :) Take 5 days of taping and edit it down to 25 minutes...anything could happen!
Keep in mind that you'll see our apartment about halfway through our renovations. I haven't yet shared our final renovation pictures, especially in the attic and back bedroom. Hope to get those up soon!
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We're going to be on House Hunters International!
It airs Thursday, August 20th at 10:30 pm EST, and again at 1:30 am on the 21st. Our episode is called "Nice To See You Again."
It was really fun to tape the episode. I have no idea what our story will be on the show :) Take 5 days of taping and edit it down to 25 minutes...anything could happen!
Keep in mind that you'll see our apartment about halfway through our renovations. I haven't yet shared our final renovation pictures, especially in the attic and back bedroom. Hope to get those up soon!
Sunday, August 16, 2015
Our last day in France
The house was a mess, suitcases scattered everywhere, clothes in piles on the floor, but we still made time to go to the beach.
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Monday, August 10, 2015
The long road home
On Wednesday morning we hurried to get everyone dressed and all the suitcases in one place so we could do last-minute cleaning. We handed the keys over to the person who would be taking care of our apartment.
On our way out we said goodbye to our downstairs neighbor, who has a son Inga's age. We're going to miss them! Then I headed to the bus stop with 4 kids, 1 purse, 1 messenger bag, 4 backpacks, and my violin. Eric left a few minutes later with a friend who drove all 8 suitcases to the airport.
In our hurry, we forgot to communicate where to meet up in the airport. I was waiting in one area, Eric in another, and we almost missed our trans-Atlantic flight because we didn't find each other! At the last minute I herded all the children to a new area and found Eric.
But of course it had to be more adventuresome than that.
Out of the blue, Ivy puked all over me.
A minute later, she puked all over herself and the floor.
We couldn't do anything to clean up because we were checking in. We made it through security and got onto the airplane. Our flight sat on the tarmac for over an hour, waiting for several passengers arriving on another flight. As soon as we took off, Ivy puked again, all over me.
After the third time, I was prepared. Good thing: she puked at least 10 times on the way home.
Zari got to help the Air Canada Rouge staff serve drinks. Inga also wanted to wear one of their stylish fedoras.
Ivy took several naps.
Besides puking ten times, she was an easy traveler.
I managed to read a book.
Our late start meant we missed our next connecting flight, so we got re-routed to a different city. Our third flight was several hours later than planned. We finally got home at 1:30 am local time (7:30 am French time) and got the kids in bed an hour later.
But the fun didn't stop there. No, that would be too easy.
The next day, I came down with a nasty stomach bug. Thanks Ivy. When the puking ended, the fever started and it wiped me out for the next 36 hours.
Then Inga got it.
Then Eric.
Fun times.
We're all recovered now, but only have two days left until school starts! I thought we had until next week so it was an unpleasant surprise when I checked the school calendar.
Goodbye, France.
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On our way out we said goodbye to our downstairs neighbor, who has a son Inga's age. We're going to miss them! Then I headed to the bus stop with 4 kids, 1 purse, 1 messenger bag, 4 backpacks, and my violin. Eric left a few minutes later with a friend who drove all 8 suitcases to the airport.
In our hurry, we forgot to communicate where to meet up in the airport. I was waiting in one area, Eric in another, and we almost missed our trans-Atlantic flight because we didn't find each other! At the last minute I herded all the children to a new area and found Eric.
But of course it had to be more adventuresome than that.
Out of the blue, Ivy puked all over me.
A minute later, she puked all over herself and the floor.
We couldn't do anything to clean up because we were checking in. We made it through security and got onto the airplane. Our flight sat on the tarmac for over an hour, waiting for several passengers arriving on another flight. As soon as we took off, Ivy puked again, all over me.
After the third time, I was prepared. Good thing: she puked at least 10 times on the way home.
Zari got to help the Air Canada Rouge staff serve drinks. Inga also wanted to wear one of their stylish fedoras.
Ivy took several naps.
Besides puking ten times, she was an easy traveler.
I managed to read a book.
Our late start meant we missed our next connecting flight, so we got re-routed to a different city. Our third flight was several hours later than planned. We finally got home at 1:30 am local time (7:30 am French time) and got the kids in bed an hour later.
But the fun didn't stop there. No, that would be too easy.
The next day, I came down with a nasty stomach bug. Thanks Ivy. When the puking ended, the fever started and it wiped me out for the next 36 hours.
Then Inga got it.
Then Eric.
Fun times.
We're all recovered now, but only have two days left until school starts! I thought we had until next week so it was an unpleasant surprise when I checked the school calendar.
Goodbye, France.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Sisters
One of my younger sisters visited me this month. She came with her husband and left her four kids with my mom.
The two of them visited just about every museum in Nice, walked miles and miles every day, ate lots of ice cream and pastries, and enjoyed going at an adult's pace. They took a trip to visit some friends in Germany, spent a day in Paris, watched a stage of the Tour de France, and even biked up and down Mont Ventoux. Well, her husband did!
We joined my sister on a few outings, including a visit to Eze, Cap Ferrat, and Fort Alban.
Ivy didn't want to walk up the stairs. We played a game of chicken to see who would capitulate first. She won.
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The two of them visited just about every museum in Nice, walked miles and miles every day, ate lots of ice cream and pastries, and enjoyed going at an adult's pace. They took a trip to visit some friends in Germany, spent a day in Paris, watched a stage of the Tour de France, and even biked up and down Mont Ventoux. Well, her husband did!
We joined my sister on a few outings, including a visit to Eze, Cap Ferrat, and Fort Alban.
Ivy didn't want to walk up the stairs. We played a game of chicken to see who would capitulate first. She won.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Countdown & car races
We're leaving in 12 days! Or rather--12 days :(
I packed two suitcases today, put a few bags & boxes in the attic, and have bags labeled "stay in France" scattered around the house.
We've been in a heat wave since the beginning of July with no cool weather in sight. Compared to summers in the midwest US, it's lovely here: sunny, around 30/31 C (high 80s F) during the day and only cooling off slightly at night to 25-27 C (high 70s F). But air conditioning is still rare in French homes, meaning that it's as hot indoors as out.
I open all the windows at night, place fans strategically, and close up in the morning. But between the unremitting sun, the warm nights, and being on the 4th floor, we are TOO HOT!
We usually go swimming late in the afternoon when the heat inside is just too uncomfortable. We cool off in the almost-too-warm water and head home a few hours later for a late dinner. We don't go out much in the morning unless it's a place with shade.
Sometimes we improvise, like this morning when we played in a nearby water spigot and then raced cars down a little drainage ditch on the rue Rosetti.
Looking down the street towards the Place Rosetti
Zari was sitting on the ground taking pictures. "Mama, you're a giant!"
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I packed two suitcases today, put a few bags & boxes in the attic, and have bags labeled "stay in France" scattered around the house.
We've been in a heat wave since the beginning of July with no cool weather in sight. Compared to summers in the midwest US, it's lovely here: sunny, around 30/31 C (high 80s F) during the day and only cooling off slightly at night to 25-27 C (high 70s F). But air conditioning is still rare in French homes, meaning that it's as hot indoors as out.
I open all the windows at night, place fans strategically, and close up in the morning. But between the unremitting sun, the warm nights, and being on the 4th floor, we are TOO HOT!
We usually go swimming late in the afternoon when the heat inside is just too uncomfortable. We cool off in the almost-too-warm water and head home a few hours later for a late dinner. We don't go out much in the morning unless it's a place with shade.
Sometimes we improvise, like this morning when we played in a nearby water spigot and then raced cars down a little drainage ditch on the rue Rosetti.
Looking down the street towards the Place Rosetti
Zari was sitting on the ground taking pictures. "Mama, you're a giant!"
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