Boy George For A Day

A nice and easy start to the day for some. Claire had taken Jeremy to the airport at stupid o'clock. Let's say 4 to 5ish, so when Emma announced to the World that it was breakfast time, Nanny Editor sprang into action to give Claire a bit more sleep after her taxi run.

She collected Emma, changed a nappy and then gave Emma some food (I was sleeping so she will fill in the gaps here). She read the instructions on the milk formula tin and prepared Emma's favourite. Unfortunately the instructions were lost in translation. Any future job applications as a bartender will be able to say "ability to water down drinks". One scoop of formula instead of 7 were administered and Emma hoped that Mum would wake up soon to fix the current crisis. She did.

At 9, while Claire had an hour of work to do, we headed out on a mission de pram, to put Emma to sleep. Instead of the walk, I could have just told her my greatest sporting stories.

Mission accomplished, it was back home for lunch before heading off for my once a holiday effort to maintain my level 1 Culture Club tier.

Through the unseasonable heat we walked to the tram stop, making a mental note to take a photo when we returned of the rocks in a cage that have me confused.

3 stops later we walked to an old concrete looking warehouse type building. It was in fact an old Nazi submarine facility. (Bassins des Lumiéres)

Inside there were animated video exhibits of two artists all over the walls and ceiling with music playing, one by a guy (Henri Matisse) and one by the girl who apparently features on the Editor's pyjamas (Frida Kahlo). It was pretty good. This is the highest accolade I can give to any type of art.

Finished with the exhibit, we somehow found the toilets where the 2 in 1 tap and hand dryer blew my mind (the highest accolade I can give to a public toilet innovation).

We headed back in the heat via the French equivalent of the $2 shop as well as an Aldi, then a tram and walk back home.

On the way back I remembered the photo.