No blogging, little running and tons of spending. It's the Summer Hols. Have kids must travel. First stop England. Itinerary of the past 3 weeks has included 2 shows in West End (Matilda and Wicked), trips to Legoland, the British Museum, Hamleys and Hampton Court. We have visited with aunts, uncles, Godmothers and Godfathers. We have picnicked in forests and on beaches. And I have shopped....
So far an idyllic trip: the sun shone, a Brit won Wimbledon and a new Prince has been born. We arrived in Paris the same day as Chris Broome rode to Tour de France Victory. And now we are in Sancerre on the pretext of learning French. That will be the Sancerre next to the village of Pouilly famed for its fume.
Would love to blog that the children have been models of gratitude and obedience throughout our Grand tour, but they have quite enjoyed their transformation into spoilt brats. There were a few moments of awe inspiring childish wonder: the arrival of the ice cream truck to my aunt and uncle's cul de sac; the five floors of Hamleys; and my sons obsession with crossing the Thames in as many ways as possible (rail bridge, foot bridge, Gravesend ferry, QE2 bridge). My more cerebral daughter enjoyed seeing Pocahontas statue and observing the live performances of Henry viii and Anne Boleyn at Hampton Court. England really is a beautiful place to holiday, even though its very crowded.
But now we are enjoying the sights of medieval France and are stuffing ourselves stupid with glaces, pain au chocolat, and stinky fromage all washed down with a couple of gallons of wine. Sante....
