It was wonderful, yes it was. I mean, Paris, with my love and our children...and by bike! The feeling of freedom (okay, okay, and sometimes the feeling of danger, because in their infinite wisdom the French have decided that is it a good idea for busses and taxis to share their small space with the two-wheelers, the majority of whom are probably tourists who are meanwhile trying to see as much as possible and keep it safe) when I can propel and steer myself- breathing freshish air (better than the metro!).
|never tiring view from the window at Rue Mouffetard|
|the bells the bells|
|Bente, Vera, Lisa|
|(aunt Jopie at the far left), Dylan, Bryan, Thijs, and Nigel, the four Benschop boys/cousins|