I was delighted to receive a message on my phone last Monday from my favourite Kiwi, telling me that she was heading into Paris with both of her (unimaginary) offspring, and asking if we would possibly deign to meet up with her for a fish and chip lunch. Given that I like to have a good dose of southern hemisphere-ness whenever I can, the Muffin Man and I managed to rearrange our hectic schedule and squeezed them in. Only just, of course. We wouldn't like them to think we had nothing else to do that day.
Fish and chips is always a marvellous affair, and Monday was no exception (despite the slightly incongruous location - a restaurant in Paris rather than on the beach in Australia), and the company was extremely well behaved and most elegant.
I, on the other hand, managed to corrupt the little darlings in the best way I know how - by teaching them a catchy little ditty that I hope will remain in their minds until the end of their days (and if not, I am willing to recite it for them over and over again so that they DO remember it) :
Makes you rumble
Makes you... hiccup!
(Side note : any Australian worth his (or her) weight in Fosters (or should that be Cascade?) should recognise this marvellous little snippet from that fantastic series of books by June Factor, all which feature names like "Far Out, Brussel Sprout" and "All Right, Vegemite". The soundtrack of my childhood. Now, of course, I want to get my hands on them all.)
So after a delightful lunch, we tripped off to the Zoo de Vincennes - even though it feels a bit dated and I wasn't too sure about the tiny cages, it was a lovely place to spend an afternoon. Sylvain was in raptures over the photographic opportunities and Kevin and Pauline's enthusiasm was infectious. As we are wont to do, Helen and I just hung back and gabbed. She also asked me to make sure I took photos of the kids, so I pulled out my wee lens and managed to get a few shots of all the kids, big and small, looking extremely sweet and innocent.
Although, when I spotted some grooming happening in the late afternoon sun, it was interesting to see that we haven't really evolved at all...
The one hundred euro shot : Antipo said that if I managed to get a photo of her with her mouth closed (apparently she talks a lot, who knew?), she'd give me a hundred euros. Being the lovely sport that I am, I'll settle for a cup of coffee with a splash of baileys when we drop in on her unexpectedly one day.