Just what do you think you're doing, Dave?

After our morning routines, we piled the girls into the Humvee and rolled down the Avenue des Champs-Élysées leading up to the The Arc de Triomphe.  I’m sure at one point this was a very charming thoroughfare.  Now, not so much.  We took our rightful place among the herd of lowing tourists who were making their way to the Arc de Triomphe.  The girls were happy to walk up the 284 stairs to the top but, once up there were less interested in the view. By the time we were ready to take the obligatory family photo with Eiffel Tower in the background, the girls were done.  A couple of unsuccessful attempts proved frustrating for everyone until Daddy shooed me away to 'have a talk with the girls'.  I overheard the word 'treat' and all of a sudden it was all co-operation and smiles ... not a tactic I would normally condone but Jack is a results-oriented kind of guy and sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do!  

Our cupboard was bare this morning when we were packing up for our picnic lunch so we ended up at the bottom of the  Arc de Triomphe with 2 hungry girls and faced with the search for a restaurant that would satisfy our varied pallets. After a quick scan of the menu at Fouquets, we decided that we were in tourist-trap-land and needed to move far away from here to get a decent meal. We walked up toward Parc Monceau and stopped in at Cafe de la Poste where we got a little room all to ourselves and a very yummy and well, earned meal.

After another little siesta (this is becoming a habit ...), we went off to Bercy to the La Cinémathèque Francaise for the last day of the Stanley Kubrik exhibit.  We planned ahead this time and downloaded the audio guide onto our phones before we got there so were not stymied by all the French captions.  It was a fascinating visit into the mind of this gifted director and reminded us of a few movies we must make a point of seeing again ... 

We finished our evening off with a meal at Itineraries in the Latin Quarter and a walk home through the lively streets of the Left Bank.