We had a little time after Jonathan finished his job this summer and before we could move into our new apartment in Ithaca, so we decided to spend a little time in France. It’s been a little more than two years since we moved back and we were really missing it. Lincoln also needed to meet his French relatives, so that gave us another great excuse to go.
Lincoln was an absolute prince on the plane. I was really nervous about the long flight, but it was overnight and he slept virtually the whole way.
Our first whole day in Paris, we went to the Basilique Saint-Denis. Although this is not one of Paris’ most famous churches and a bit out of the way, I would highly recommend visiting it. All of the kings of France are buried there. It was amazing.
Louis XVI and Marie-Antoinette.
The problem with visiting churches with a chatterbox little boy is that they have great acoustics. And there is no keeping Lincoln quiet when he decides he has something to say. As a result Jonathan and I saw the basilica in shifts.
Lincoln, while playing outside, could still be heard throughout the basilica. I think our days of visiting churches are numbered.
And here they are. Lincoln and Charles with their namesake, Charles Martel. He was sort of shoved back in a corner, but we found him and, after some maneuvering, we took his picture.