mobile children of Paris

Today our mission was to act as Flaneurs. Each group was given one destination to find in the city. We were armed with maps, and with a partner of our choosing. Morgan and I had Le Marais - rue des Rosiers. This is an old Jewish district. We ate Falaffel and embraced the grumpy old Jewish women. Once in our destination (and after exploring all of it's benefits) we were instructed to "drift" back home. This proved to be difficult, but it helped us to really learn the streets of Paris better.

After a long day of walking, Morgan and I took the RER home. We were almost to our destination when a sea of children filled our RER car. Their noises were pleasant, French giggles. The chaperones herded the children into the car once the doors opened, the familiar beep of the RER warned everyone that the doors would soon be closing, but the women seemed confident that they could squeeze every last child in.

When the kids aren't taking the Metro, they're buzzing around the streets on razor scooters. It's fantastic! The adults ride bikes (everywhere!), and the children take their scooters. It's no wonder this country is full of fantastically thin individuals.