After the lock bridge, we grabbed a bite to eat at Rue Saint Louis located on a tiny island next to the cathedral. From there we walked towards Saint Michel Square all the way to Luxemburg gardens.
Robert made sure to take a picture of Alex at this antique looking metro entrance. There are only a few left in Paris that look like the original ones.
We walked and walked for, what it seemed like to kids, forever. But it was only for maybe 25 minutes. Finally, we were relieved to find the gardens where we promised kids they could play at a playground.
The garden is home to many statues. Wish we could have seen them all.
I just wanted to see this gorgeous Medici fountain which was built in about 1630 by Marie de’Medici, the widow of King Henry IV of France and mother to Louis XIII. I loved it!
The kids took a short break on the chairs. I love the fact that everywhere in the gardens of the city you can find empty chairs to lounge and enjoy the serenity of the quiet place.
Mark glad to not be walking for a bit.
As we started walking around the gardens in search of the playground, Katya and my mom went on the photo taking frenzy-haha. I did get a few of the gardens view, thankfully.
In the southwest corner of the gardens, we found the playground. It was an excellent place for kids to let off steam, although we had to pay for kids to enter. Robert, my mom and I just rested for an hour outside the playground’s low fence while the kids went crazy on a very fun zip line and play equipment.
My original plan was to visit Rodin sculpture garden as well that afternoon, but we were running out of time as the last entry to the garden was in thirty minutes. Moreover, I knew there was going to be no way that the kids would agree to walk for another 25 minutes to see “The Thinker” sculpture, so we had to change our plans. Instead, we found out where the nearest metro station is (that was a bit tricky to find without speaking French) and took the train to the Eiffel Tower since it was not closing till 23:00 anyway and was fun to see at dusk.
To be continued…
Lyana.
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