Yes, other than the playgrounds closing, Paris is great for kids.
Our taxi driver to the airport in Canada, nearly four months ago, made a reference to the Eiffel Tower when we said we were going to France. Declan looked at him blankly. I realized that if he was to get anything out of the Paris visit, I would have to work on it. The Eiffel Tower seemed the best place to start, so I did. And I certainly succeeded. Every time we see it, there's a chant, in a typical child's rhythm that a musician could write out for me in "long" and "short" – "La Tour Eiffel. La Tour Eiffel." The first of the Madeline books, by Ludwig Bemelmans, was instrumental, with its drawings of Paris monuments. Who knew that we'd actually be able to see the tower from our apartment.
In the playground beside the tower, there's a lovely old-fashioned carousel, with just horses. I thought Declan would prefer the fancier one across the way, with spaceships etc., but he insisted. And it turns out this old one is hand cranked and involves a game where the carousel riders each have a stick on which they try to accumulate rings as they go around.
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