Je ne parle pa Francais

I don't speak French. Thought you might like to know that.

I'll try to get off at least one positive thing each entry before the torrent of unstoppable pessimism, which I excel at if you haven't noticed.

The weather here is nice autumn weather.

There! Glad I got that outta the way; let the torrent commence!!

There is nothing for Ben to do. Ok, that's not technically a torrent, but the expansiveness behind the concept is enough to warrant the word. In fact, it's not really pessimism if it's a fact. Right? You can see in the pictures (which you will not be getting every day, so don't get comfy with that!) that the single playground within walking distance is somewhat...occupied.

And small.

And dangerous.

It's part of a large grassy/tree-ey area next to the Louvre, about a mile or so from us, where people gather because it's the only grass for miles. The playground is a tiny area with 1 slide (for 7 and up) and several small toys, like a merry go round and some bouncy things. Each toy had a minimum of 6 kids on it and most had 10 kids on up.

Did I mention dangerous? There were also 2 small rope cots that kids were trying to fling each other out of as well as a trampoline area where you paid to let your kid go jump on a square of trampoline while 5 other kids did the same thing in close proximity. It's probably more of a lawyer's playground. But, it did look fun.

Oh, and Jetlag: 2 Andersons: 0

We were up most of the night again last night. This time, we're shooting for a 10 pm bedtime for Ben (more like 4 pm our old time), hoping to slowly get us all out of the jetlag vortex. We'll see how it works.

Beth starts work tomorrow, so regardless of how we sleep, we're waking up at 7 am.

Managed to find a crepe stand near me, hurray! It's the cheap street vendor with several flavors, very tasty, but no fresh fruit. There is one with fresh fruit, but it's at a cafe and twice as expensive.

Put together some pesto pasta with chicken tonight and made some homemade garlic bread, so that was nice. Full belly's for the first time since we got here.

Well, ok. We did get Pizza Hut last night cause Beth was gonna lose it otherwise.

And that last picture is Ben's pooping statue. 2 days in a row now, we've found that playing cars on that statue relaxes Ben enough to completely unload all his cares. So to speak.