Grenoble

We went into town to walk up to the Bastille, but retreated because of the heat. Instead, we opted for ice cream for the kids, and cold beers for me in the Place Tribunale. Earlier, I had explained to Zoe that the new shoes she received from her Nana were super-special jumping shoes ("With jumping pads!"), which Zoe took to heart. The unintended and unwelcome result of this was that Chloe and I were obliged to hold Zoe's hands while she jumped down each of the hundred or so stairs that lead back down to the river. "Jumping" essentially meant a several centimeter hopped, followed by kicking her feet into the air to be fully supported by us!





Later on, while I was trying to feed Alex and Zoe dinner, I was faced with a child (Alex) who was steadfastly rejecting any kind of vegetable. In desperation, I finely diced some of the broccoli I was feeding to Zoe and mixed it into Alex's yogurt. This cunning plan did not work, unfortunately, and was met with a sour and horrible look.

I guess I can't really blame him