Only in Paris...

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...does the no-no bin at the airport have padded hand-cuffs in it. Also a ton of switchblades?

So, let me tell you all about the Jack Bauer "24" style escape from the airport on our way to Edinburgh. It started on the Metro, when I was presented with 2 different stops for the airport. A seemingly knowledgeable man told us British Airways was at Terminal 3 and we got off there. It was a loooooooooong walk from there and when we arrived it turned out to be the wrong BA, our flight was in terminal 1. That required the same long walk in reverse and a train ride to get there and time was running out.

We turned around and got just a little way when we (along with everyone) were stopped by police from proceeding. we could see a ways across the hall and folks were stopped there too. No one knew what was going on and my 10th grade French was not helping me. We went outside by the road and it was blocked as well. We had 40 mins to our flight and the situation required some imagination.

I called Chloe and had her DL the airport plans to my PDA and I noticed there was an elevator to the lower level parking. We took it all the way down in hopes of finding another elevator up behind the police blockade. No such luck!

With no other way out we wheeled our 3 huge suitcases and a baby in a stroller up all three parking ramps to daylight. Mind, you there were no pedestrian ramps and we got a few beeps and French cursing along the way. At the top, we had to limbo under a wooden parking gate and roll along in heavy traffic across the street and into the terminal. We managed to pop in right in the middle of the still blocked terminal. We quickly went to the side we needed to be and headed on to the train and the right terminal where we barely made the plane.

Connie was very annoyed by all this but later had to admit we wouldn't made the flight without the shenanigans.

Landed at Edinburgh, got to our flat just fine, the only downside was its third floor location (4th if you count the outside steps). It was about a block from the Royal Mile and right next to the steps that led to the castle. Great!

We grabbed lunch at Monster Mash (better version of S&M Cafe), all potatoes and sausage, Duncan had Haggis, which I tried, not too bad, a bit spicy.

Then our consumption of the Fringe Festival began. The girls and I had a puppet show on Grassmarket just down the steps from our apartment, it was very French and very good.

Then the boys and Margaret watched Lillian while Connie and I went to see "Debbie does Dallas, the Musical". I thought that it would be fun and entertaining, but I was not prepared to love it. The performers were top quality and i laughed my ass off.

Late that night the boys and I went to the "Circus of Horrors". The poster said welcome to the Evil-ution, that should have been a clue about how cheezy it was going to be. There were garden variety freaks, terrible music (opened with the ringmaster, a fake Riff Raff, singing Sympathy for the Devil), and some pretty good acrobats. The show was saved by a super hot chick swinging from the big top.

Then after maybe the longest day of my life, we headed back.

Videos:
Debbie does Dallas, the Musical
Street performer in Edinburgh
Circus cheek piercing.
Hot savior of teh circus!

Last day in Paree.

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Saw this guy on the way over to "Le Marais". Not fully sure what was up, but it seems some kids were being detained for some reason.

Anyhoo, Le Marais is (according to authority, Kimberly Olechowski) " ... the only section that Haussman didn't tear through and build massive tree-lined boulevards. Instead this former swamp-turned-jewish-ghetto-turned-gay-friendly-fashionable-arrondissement is full of winding cobblestone streets and tons of charm.".

I have to agree. We had a blast tooling around here, got a great Fallefal and ended up at the Pompidou Centre, which contained a great modern art museum. The boys took the day off and missed out!

Definately not enough time in Paris. Next time I guess.

Videos:
Mmmmm, Falafel!
Lillian has an artistic future.
Then again, so does Margoo!
Pic: Here is the result.

Some Eiffel thing...

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More rain in the AM, but it did not keep us from getting our bread, croissants and pastries.

We all then headed out to Notre Dame. It was really emotional to go inside. Even with a thousand tourists and souvenir penny stamping machines it was a very spiritual place.

Afterwards we headed to the Eiffel Tower and luckily was able to jump in a new line and get up pretty quickly, which was good since on the ground we were being besieged by gypsy's claiming to be Saudi princes in need of our help.

It was very cool to go up the tower, but it was super crowded and it took forever to get down once we decided to go.

Back to home base, where we dined on my yummy veal stew creation.

Videos:
French Blues?
When kids attack.
Going up.

Finally, we go on to Paris.

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Well, its really 3 full days into our Edinburgh leg, but the combined mediocrity of the Parisian and Scottish Internet connections has made uploading pics and vids a tedious chore.

The trip on the Eurostar train was great, very easy, full of views of charming French countryside. We arrived at Gare du Nord and anxiously anticipated the language barrier. As we had been told before, most folks spoke English, that and our combined kindergarten French got us on the RER train to the Quartier Latin in the vicinity of our flat. A few blocks of aimless wandering and we found it, a charming Frenchman awaiting us with keys and a ton of indecipherable instructions.

The flat was across the street from the Sorbonne and really cool, beams in the ceilings, a balcony, same tiny appliances, and German MTV and French Simpsons on the telly.

We got settled and Connie and I spent a long time looking for a supermarket. After shopping, we were so tired we got take out burgers from Quick - we got 4 "Menu le Simpsons" super sized of course. When she asked if we wanted ketchup, I said of course, we're Americans. Made her smile at least. The meals came with French Simpson's glasses - awesome!

After dinner, I got the bright idea to rush to the Eiffel Tower to get tickets before 10:30. Of course, it was a disaster, we got there, but too late. We hung out on some view area and beat off the street vendors for a while, then took teh Metro back to our area. We came out an unfamiliar metro exit and as we got to the top of the stairs i said loudly to no one in particular "Where the hell are we?", a passing American yelled sarcastically "You're at Notre Dame!" I looked up and there it was - lovely in the evening. We stared at it a bit, then headed back to our apartment going through a crazy bunch of alleys filled with gyros and crepe stands... deux crepes later, we were asleep.

The next day Connie and I went in search of the pattisserie, buying tons of bread and pastries... yum! Unfortunately the heavens opened up and it pissed rain, we ducked into a lousy cafe and waited it out. See the film below.

I'll try to post some more, but it appears the blog has lost its almost real time flavor.

Videos:
Train busker on the way to la Tour Eiffel.
Le premiere crepe!
Crap, it rained hard!

Liilian sums it up.

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Last full day in London and we decided to hit up the British Museum. It was a hopeless task, you could spend a whole week there if you wanted. Great antiquities from every age, but we got a late start, it wsa a long complicated series of pipes and tubeing to get there and everyone was burnt!

We hurried back to Portabello Rd.to get our laundry and finally have some fish and chips; very greasy and enough chips to feed an army!

We got all packed for our early departure on the Eurostar through the Chunnel and off to Gare de Nord in Paris.

Videos:
Buttscratcher
Stroller Portage - one of many.

Speakers Corner, then we fizzle.

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Sunday AM, we are able to rouse the girls and head out to Hyde Park and the famous Speaker's Corner to see public discourse at its finest. It was a bit disappointing, a bit light on the discourse, a bit heavy on the looney.

Margaret and I then rented a paddle boat and headed out. I don't like to speak poorly of people, especially my own daughter, but she is a terrible paddler! My back still hurts from struggling back to the dock against the wind.

Margaret was determined to swim after that so we paid to go to the private swimming area and headed on in. Of course, the water was too cold for my little CA girl, so she and Lillian played with the rest of the children of privilege in the paddling pool and playground while I leered, glanced really, at the topless bathers. Mostly grandmas, but a few decent ones.

Lamb chops, colcannon, and minty peas for dinner at the flat, a little Big Brother and we are done.

Videos:
Speaker #1
Speaker #2
Speaker #3 My favorite!
I do all the work!

Admiral Duncan - proud leader!

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Still playing catch up here while waiting a out a little rain shower in Paris.

Sat nite after the fete, I took the boys out to Picadilly Circus heading to the comedy store. We forgot the boys passports, so upon mistakenly being sent to the Comedy Theatre, we decided to make lemons out of lemonade and see "Boeing, Boeing", the "hilarious" revival of the 60's classic featuring Rhea Perlman. Well, in this instance the lemonade was still pretty sour. Not so funny, but still entertaining... should have been suspicious that tix were still available on a Saturday night.

Afterwards, I lit up a cigar (Dunhill purchased duty free) and we headed out walking - got a little turned around and went through Chintown, to SoHo, Carnaby and Bond Streets, Charing Cross, Oxford Circus.... we were lost and probably walked about 5 miles.

The highlight was finding the Admiral Duncan, which after taking this picture, we discovered by careful examination of the clientele was a gay bar. Hmmm.... strange, gay people in SoHo? Who wouda thunk it. Duncan proudly accepts the immense responsibility of leading his people.

We stumbled along down a seedy alley where we were offered pot, hash, and a nudie show, "you know like strippers" the guy said. we slogged ahead soon finding the Tube home.

Video: (sorry just one, but a good one.
Wise words from someone in handcuffs!