Walks

Oh the walking. Great exercise. The people you see.  Definitely something I love to do when we're in Paris. It's bonding time. Talking with the person next to you. When Zach and Asia were smaller, John would ask them to look up while they're walking, look around, don't focus on the ground as you step. With the kids being older and GPS on their smartphones, we'd give them some money and send them out to explore on their own. They knew some basic French or enough to say, "Je suis Americain."  Yes I'm an American and you knew that already, didn't you?

Some of the walks involved a ride on the train.  Katt didn't like the announcements and bell sounds the train made. Luckily her big sister was there to hold her hand most of the time.