It always makes me smile to think back to the days when we only had one child and how hard we thought it was to go anywhere and do anything. Ha. Ha, ha, ha, ha.
Now we have four kids and going out with just one, a newborn (who'd rather sleep than run in front of cars) at that, is sooo easy. Pram? check. Change bag? check. Boobs? check. Let's go!
I took my boys to the café/restaurant where Susan, her hubby and I had great coffee the week before the baby was born. The meals were delicious, although more expensive than I'd expected.
I had the slow-cooked shoulder of lamb with cous-cous:
The mister had duck with a goat's cheese and fig filo and asian salad.
The baby, predictably, had milk. Again.
Meal envy: I had it. Mine was great but his was amazing.
But I won the dessert round with my tarte au citron:
After the meal we went for little wander, as we are wont to do.
Just around the corner was the Hôtel de Cormis:
The door is from the late 17th century:
In fact doorways seemed to jump out at me everywhere.
Not to mention all these interesting keyholes, door knockers and knobs.
Hôtel de Theron, 1735.
Ah yes. Knockers and knobs.
A bit of window shopping:
Evil biscuit shop with gravitational pull.
The mister was holding the baby against his chest as we headed back to the car. I walked about 5m behind him and could see the facial expressions of those walking past him.
A man with a baby trumps a man with a puppy any day. The mister could've come home with a dozen hot French women and at least one gay couple.
Just as well the mister wasn't paying any attention; it would've been hard explaining that to the babysitter.