Saturday 24th September 2016
With thirteen hours sleep under his belt, Kingsley is well rested and ready to tackle market day in our village. Saturday is here and the streets are crowded with Frenchies taking their coffee and croissant in corner cafes. We eat our croissant on the bed watching French language Peppa Pig when Katya comes over and we make plans for the day: strolling through the market, grabbing a coffee, heading to the park for a picnic with Kym.
Once again Paris puts on an Autumn day that is magazine worthy: reds and yellows, oranges and greens, crackling leaves float through the breeze landing softly over lawns. A dazzling blue sky backdrop keeps our faces tilted to the heavens. So we waste no daylight hours at all; to Parc Sceaux Kingsley and I head to feed the ducks and run around. An unfortunate toilet training incident among the trees gets me cranky…but then I get over it; Kingsley is still only two, and I have wet wipes with me and a fresh pair of shorts, so no real damage done.
By 2:3o our group of six is enjoying a picnic of roast chicken, salad nicoise, baguette, hummus, olives, mushrooms and grapes. Non pregnant ones drink chilled rosé; the two toddlers run non stop for four hours. Adults take turns in saving Natan and Kingskey from themselves, the danger-seekers that they are. Kingsley surprises us all by taking a wee under the tree; and what a trajectory that wee was.