Paris: quick summary

First impressions: Oooh, nice weather. Ewwww, what a smell! Mmm, good food.

Everyone in Paris smokes. It's probably to kill off the smell of stale urine. I ca't decide whether it smells better or worse than Barcelona - less rubbish in the street, but more cars.

Also, I now understand people who are reminded of Paris by Dublin.

And we had a fantastic time; we didn't go into much, but we saw the outsides of the Arc de T, the Louvre, the Sacre Coeur, the Ch. of St V de P, a stolen Egyptian obelisk, Pompidou scaffolding, Notre Dame c., Bastille monument, and the Champs Elysees. And one or two people.

Parisians adore children and Linnea is greatly disappointed with the adulation she receives home in England - it's not nearly as enthusiastic. We could hardly move in Paris for people talking to her (incomprehensibly) or to us (slowly and carefully, simple things like "tres jolie"). Here she gets little smiles and winks and reserved "aren't you pretty?"s. Small beer.

We're planning when we can go back, but next time, we will bring some sort of gas masks or lung-scrubbers. We're all coughing.

When we got home, we washed Champs Elysees gravel off Linnea's knee-grazes and put her to bed.