D is for dimanche

un dimanche en hiver :: a winter sunday

we typically spend our sundays plopped on the couch, book and cuppa tea in hand, or exploring, usually ending up in the marais for a falafel dinner - only the jewish quarter is rocking on a sunday in this town! but last week i finally lured knox into an afternoon of ice skating at the hôtel de ville. i'd been talking about it for weeks, and he'd managed to deflect all my advances - rather brilliantly, i must say:

LB: hey, let's go ice skating this weekend.
KP: what? did you say you wanted to go have burgers and see "tropic thunder" this weekend?
LB: no, i said ice skating.
KP: what? rice mating? is that in the asian quarter?
LB: ICE SKATING.
KP: slice grating? mice hating? ...

you get the idea. seriously, given how much i had to needle him to go with me, i'd rank this second to ferris wheels on his list of 'god-awful paris attractions.' he moaned and complained and even growled a bit on the way there, but all that changed the minute he got on the ice...



...and started strutting his stuff. he really got into it, until he got a wee cocky, sped up, lost control, and to avoid plowing into some dude and his 7 year old kid, face planted on the ice. out of respect (and fear of eating it myself) i did not photograph the wreckage, but i did get the aftermath:



looks kind of rocked, no? he got over it amazingly fast, but after another couple of laps, we traded in our skates for a sidewalk table and a chocolat à l'ancienne:



it was a good sunday.