Tuesday morning we pried the boys out of bed so we could go climb the towers at Notre Dame. Since they only let groups of 20 inside at once, there's generally a long line. We arrived before 10, and waited about 20 minutes. As we were in line, Larry spotted a familiar profile--my sister Laura, who had arrived that morning and was walking off her jetlag.
Since I am no fan of tiny twisting stairways (been there, done that, and last time with morning sickness to boot) I went to the park to read while they went up. I eventually met up with them inside, and we went todn to the Crypt, where I've never been. Lots to look at here, with ruins of the Roman and Medieval layers of Paris under Notre Dame.
Next on the agenda was the Musee des Arts et Metiers in the 3rd. The boys love cous cous, so we went over to Chez Omar, near the musee. Larry was laughing, because we saw some of the same people eating there that we had seen lunching last summer. They must work nearby and use their lunch tickets. Very good food, as usual. The waiter was joking with Evan that the harissa was ketchup. Chez Omar, 47 rue de Bretagne, Metro Arts et Metiers.
The Musee is filled with room after room after room of old machines and examples of technology. Clocks, measures, building materials, looms, typewriters, lights, measurement tools...It goes on and on. Larry could have stayed all day and gone back the next, Evan was almost as besotted, Dan was interested in spite of himself (Laura commented that he's a secret geek) and Laura and I could have done simply with the last room, the old church filled with anitque cars and airplanes.
We headed home to rest, and after a light dinner of cheese and wine for the growups and incredibly bad Chinese takeout for the boys we headed over to the Batobus stop at dusk. Dan really wanted to go up the Eiffel Tower at nighttime. The Batobus ride was even more fun this time, as there were hardly any people on it and the "announcer" was obviously getting very punchy. He had us in hysterics in three languages.
Amazingly, we only waited in line at the Tower for 10 minutes. I have Never seen the line this short. By the time we got upstairs it was dark, and all of Paris was twinkling below us. When we came back down, I saw something I've never seen before. For a few minutes, the lights ont he tower exploded in short bursts, making the Tower look like it was glittering. Amazing. We were told that this is being done every hour on the hour at night.
You know Larry is tired if he agrees to a cab. No walking, ten euros. Home in 10 minutes, priceless.