Christmas morning in Paris, the sky was blue, well rested and nobody was hungry after last night... the day called out; "Bike ride." Lucky for us there are bicycles to rent (public) on three different corners by our apartment.
For the fun of it, for a song, for Christmas, for health... we decided to go for a bicycling along the Seine.
Christmas Joy!
We rode along the waterway which is under the road and the bridges.
I have been walking as you know which has nothing to do with bike riding. It is not so easy riding over cobbled stones.
Sacha rides his bike about 25 Km a day in Paris.
I had to remind him I am not 22 years old.
I am never going home.
Never.
The reality that the "empty nest" is going to be empty forever, they are never moving back, never going to be little again...
I feel like saying a bad word.
And I did.
I am not going home without kidnapping them.
But as Sacha reminded me,
"First you have to keep up."
Gulp.
And I tried.
and tried,
and tried,
and loved trying.
Over to Notre Dame.
Big decision:
Hot Chocolate
or
Vin Chaud.
The winter light,
reflecting off the Seine,
My heart full,
Christmas morning.
Bike tricks.
The changing clouds could not damper the mood.
Nothing could.
Instead a theatrical set with our lives playing on it!
Pont Neuf
Merriest Christmas.
Joyful.