A day in the sun

Our first days in Paris were in fact the first time in a couple of weeks that we'd seen sun, so DH and I made the most of our Dear Aussie Hosts' kind offer to sit on our children (they have three of their own, so it was quite a gang), and sank into seats in the full sun at a café in the Trocadéro, where we eagerly awaited the arrival of Quiche Lorraine and Croque Monsieur in all their French finery. (Another record-breakingly long sentence from the Hausfrau.)

They did not disappoint, and DH and I found ourselves sharing an amusingly rare moment of bliss: sitting in warm sun; uninterrupted conversation; good food; hot coffee; in Paris...

... having just visited the amazing public toilets at the Trocadéro for no other reason than to see the Art Nouveau carving and stained glass.



Photographs were not allowed for obvious privacy reasons, so of course I took some. But only from the inside of my 'cubicle' - really a self-contained room - the plain tiled interior of which was somewhat disappointing when compared to the ornate wooden carving of the 'foyer'. I was still a very happy Hausfrau to see the glasswork, though, and became rather smug after I discovered that DH's Monsieurs' experience had been somewhat more public and somewhat less Nouveau than mine.