So as our trip is quickly coming to an end - at least the France part, we are still in Reims, France (Champagne capital). Tomorrow we return to Paris and the next afternoon Grannymeister will be jetting back to Vancouver.
Today however - and back to why I think the French are so great...I arranged for a tour of the 'caves' as they call them. The caves are part of a crazy big underground system that exists under the city of Reims to store champagne.
There was about 15 of us on the tour (Granny politely declined my invitation to attend) and one couple had a child who was jabbering on, not crying, just talking. Our very formal tour guide stopped talking, turned to the child and said that he was not to speak while he was speaking and if he failed to control himself he would expect one of his parents to deal with him appropriately.
I thought this was great! We all paid to go on this tour and we couldn't hear because of this couple's precious little pain in the ass was echoing through the caves. Anyway, I suspect that the couple drugged their child since the next time I looked over the kid was asleep.
I'm sure I have offended all of you with children, but it's not like we were at Disney land - we were on a historical tour of the champagne process (not suitable for children, as was articulated by our tour guide). Ha!
Reims also has a larger version of Notre Dame - much less touristy. I liked this one better, Granny preferred the one in Paris.
Cheers!
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