It’s nice - sitting out under the umbrellas sipping our drinks watching the Parisians and the tourists walk by. Great family bonding time, until it isn’t. Like when Berit and Griffin burst out singing the opening number from The Drowsy Chaperone, and Rowan is mortified, gathers her things and is gone.
So begins independent exploration day.
Rowan ends up spending a fair bit of time reading her book and drawing in her notebook in and around the Pompidou. Bennett, Berit and Griffin end up back at Muji to buy more pens (the struggle is real), and Rowan and I later shamble on down to the Seine, past Notre Dame and the Zeppelin-playing acoustic guitarist to the Left Bank and Shakespeare and Company (we were inexplicably drawn straight there), the famous English-language bookstore where, finding no secondhand books I wanted to buy on the shelves outside, I went inside and asked for a copy of Edmund White’s The Flaneur, a copy of which the helpful young British booksellers found for me straight away.
Rowan, meanwhile has sussed out the most comfortable spot in the place - a green velvet couch toward the rear of the store - and is stretched out on it reading Cloud Atlas. I join her on the couch, lay my head back and doze in two to three minute increments.
Ambling about the Left Bank area, we find l’Elise de Saint Severin, where we listen to the organist tuning up, and a pho restaurant, where we have dinner.
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