As we started out I figured that Dad knew where we were catching the M. Turns out we were not catching any M. We were walking. Did I say that my feet or more specifically my ankles were not happy? Ah, I thought I had. Out loud. Several times. Apparently not. So finally I asked which M we were catching and half way there Dad looks surprised and says that he thought I wanted to walk. Huh? Oh, sure. Momo. Wants to walk. Since we were already at Madeleine and almost to Place Vendome and across from the Tullieries and the long walk through it to the Le Louvre, I just sucked it up. And btw, how do 12 out of 10 people smoke? All the way there. No wait, 14 out of 10. Some were lighting up the next one(s) while the first one was still puffing vile smoke. And here we are, finally in the gardens. Big trees, paths, and wait. What’s that smell? Oh, flowers? Nooo. Trees? Noooo. Ah. Zoo. The garden path on the way to the Le Louvre smells like a zoo. But that’s crazy, because there is no zoo around there. So why, I ask? Ah, says dear old Dad. Yes, that’s the smell. So familiar. So lovely as it is and as much as my feet parts hurt, we hustle along to the Le Louvre which looks like it is right there. It looms large. And looms. And looms some more. Just how far away is that thing?! It looks like you should be there any second, but I swear the thing moves farther away each step you take toward it. And good thing we hustled. A very very small man in a suit was reeling in the large gate from the garden to the plaza in front of Le Louvre and if we had strolled slower we might have missed getting in that entrance.
Two little Boston Terrier girls bring their Momo & Mr.Momo to Paris for a long stay. These are the tales of their very fine adventures.