We logged 21 miles this weekend chasing teddy bears and livestock. Isn’t that why people go to Paris?
The Husband and I come from a long line of cow people. Namely, I once lived by a cow pasture and his family had a “cow-calf” operation. No. I cannot explain what that means. Also, the Mayor of our hometown recently Tweeted that he was able to finally do away with those pesky cow-tippingT-shirts being sold at the Oklahoma City airport. No. I cannot explain what cow-tipping means.
Obvi livestock is in our blood, so we went to the Parc Buttes-Chaumont to witness a parade of cattle, sheep and goats in a semi-stampede. No amount of tort reform in the States would ever allow this kind of wickedly dangerous fun. I LOVED watching the children being terrified. I’m going to be the best grandma.
I was intent on finding Teddy Bears in Paris. Because (from @nicryjust):
But we only found this one poor sad Teddy Bear whose sign says he needs a hug. My arduous (i.e. Google) research revealed the rest have gone south for winter and will return this spring.
We went to the ballet last night at the Palais Garnier and sat in the cheapest seats available (10 Euro). Look at our throne!
Also, y’all, Girl got herself invited to some runway shows for Fashion Week! I will have a post all about it after February 27.
Please email, message me, or reach me any way you can if you have questions I might answer about your upcoming Paris vacation. I’m no expert but I keep good notes.