Running Out of Time

We ventured out unusually early (10 a.m) for a Sunday to get to a running race. The Paris Semi Marathon was today, no we didn't run, but made great spectators. In hindsight had we known about it before we came to Paris, Mitch might have ventured a go at it. As it is our running stuff has remained untouched since our arrival :). A definitely conscious choice after days spent meandering Paris and getting in several hours of walking each day and of course there's the wine and beer for lunch that make it difficult to motivate.

The halfway point for the race was at the bottom of our street (about 1 block away) and we arrived just in time to see the lead 'clock' car and police escorts for the group of Kenyans leading the pack. Wish I'd brought my cowbell! The race is huge with about 22,000 people participating. Pierce enjoys watching the runners and especially appreciated the guy with the Eiffel Tower costume. Who, surprisingly, given his getup, was in the 8 minute mile group.

A short stroll to our favorite covered marketplace for one last shopping exursion netted some specialty buys for Quincy's rotating list of caregivers. We scored a wonderful meal from one of the meditteranean stands. There's really no other way to describe it except as kefta burritos. Basically like a falafel but using different pita bread that is thinly wrapped around the entire thing to make a neat and easy to eat package. A flavor explosion erupted in each bite.

Rainy weather drove us indoors for naptime. Incidentally, Pierce's only nap in his crib here. Mitch and I also managed a quick snooze. Sunny skies returned in late afternoon and it was off to the "bell park" as Pierce calls it. It's in a church courtyard and he loves to listen to the bells.

A shared bottle of wine on the couch ends our evening as we look forward to Le Petite Garcon's 2nd Birthday tomorrow, which we'll celebrate with Aurelie and her daughters in Verdun.