Day Number Three - London Chronicles

The kids manage to do so much, I can't keep up!  This report is about YESTERDAY, which is already old news, because they have completed another marathon day today and now are packing happily, eager to get on the train tomorrow and come to their parents open arms!

The dawn found inspecting the London Tube on the way to the the Buckingham Palace (i exaggerate here, my kids NEVER rise before dawn )



where they joined the excited crowd to watch the change of the guard (the movie is available on Youtube channel here)

Later the same day they were spotted paying suspicious attention to the Mounted Police at the said Palace, after which they quickly retreated home

to taste a delicious Manya's home made tomato soup



Now, at this point I thought that they will take a break... BUT, the next sms I got was from the very fancy tea room,



waiting for their afternoon tea, celebrating the TRIP TO HAMLEY's! of which they did not mention anything at all.

And here is Maxime's modest tea tray



They felt sooo royal, so spoilt, so gourmand, and send their WARMEST THANKS to MERESY!

Here, THE FRESH SCONE, mmmmmmmmmmm!!



Later, when we, on this side of the Channel were cooking our humble dinner



trying to force papa to become a rabbit, and eat the veggies:



and finally compensating him with a little peace of a meat product:



(lamb in a oregano butter with broccoli and bulgur),

the kids in London were trying to recover from their tea and discussing the program for tomorrow: London Bridge, Toy Museum, Science Museum, Covent Garden, China Town - what will it be???

And then, after a certain struggle, they finally resolved to make some room in their bellies for a tiny portion of sushi! and off they went to a SUSHI BAR!



Now, after this final stop they could not even fit their DAILY DONUT in, so they had to keep it for tomorrow!

Isn't it a dream-like trip?

Trip to London Day N Two

(PLEASE CLICK ON ALL THE COLORED BITS OF THE TEXT BELOW TO SEE THE VIDEOS)

While the younger Hucek was being wheeled away to the church,



The Day Number Two threw Maxime right in the noise and bustle Of Greater London - it started with his first ride on the big red double-decker .  Maxime looks so obviously smitten and delighted - with London and Manya's company and undivided attention!  The bus brought them to the Trafalgar Square, where they run into some eagles (why does it not surprise me?), which Maxime demanded to touch, but Mari had to explain that it would not be a great idea!  They assisted at the Changing Horse Guards  (be careful, turn your volume down) and moved towards the London Eye.  Mari thought that mere observation of it would suffice, but Maxime talked her into boarding it and so they went - here and here is number two part.

Somewhere in between the kids went to have an authentic English breakfast, but guess what - when our tourist realized just  WHAT was hiding behind an attractive name, he chose to have some pancakes and bacon  instead :)

AND THIS IS NOT ALL!

Having restored their energy, the two restless kids went nowhere else but to the Imperial War Museum



And had all the time and pleasure of the world in looking at the tanks and canons (poor English major student - did she sign up for this?).  Ok, ok, Mari says it was fun, and they did bring some appetite from the museum as well as the model of the tank, so Mari took the brave solder to the TRUE AUTHENTIC FISH-N-CHIP dinner



of which Maxime had just a little bite (????) and then demanded a simple modest CHEESEBURGER!  Can you believe it??  On which Mari said proudly, that "my brother is not another tourist, you know!". In any case, the two of them were very quickly befriended by the English couple nearby, who absolutely wanted to help Maxime to put the tank model together



 

and then His Highness tasted some local cider (with alcohol)!



And even that was not an end of the day yet, because Mari took Maxime for his daily Crispy Cream Donut, Maple glazed, yes, thank you!

 

Report on a Big Magical Tour of Maxime: Day One

Our report starts at Airport Charles de Gaulle, where our world Traveller and his Papa arrived after a three hour drive.  Here is the hero already with the "child traveling alone poor thing" envelope.  The boys went to have a bite to eat before giving themselves up to the sure hands of the British Airway.  And found a moment to send this photo by the sms:

Next piece of information came in the form of a video:

the voyager is about to be handed over to the customs, he is nervous but excited

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Inconsolable papa was forced to leave the child and the airport and head on for another three hour drive - home.

a couple of hours of nervous pacing brought the expected result = Manya sent us this happy face, that emerged on the other side of a Channel :

SAFE AND SOUND!! Bursting with energy and young appetite 

(click on previous line for a video proof)

Well, First Aid was administered in the shape of a FRESH DONUT:

The main treatment was waiting for him two hours later in the vicinity of Manya's home in the Indian restaurant down the Bloomsbury  district - isn't that a face of a content man?:

Three minutes later came this mind blowing picture:

I WISH HE ATE LIKE THAT AT HOME!!! SHOULD I SWITCH TO INDIAN COUSINE OR FEED HIM AT 9 PM every day?

Half an hour later - the boys is still hungry !

Both kids are happy with each other and watching a cartoon... Life is fantastic, unpredictable, wild!

Big escape to the pirate town

Saint Malo - magical day in a magical place

My first icon is finished, blessed and presented to Maxime

Gabriel gave me  a heart attack today - we were in the car, paying attention to the traffic as usual, that is all the CAMIONS, TRACTEURS and such fascinating things, as suddenly, I noticed that the boy is holding up three fingers and says: MAMAN - TROIS TRACTEUR! TROIS! TROIS!  And, to my horror I realized, that indeed we just passed the third one!  WHEN DID HE LEARN THAT?

I mean, I did make four little boxes with numbers on them and corresponding number of buttons inside - to count and learn, but Gabriel killed the whole idea instantly, pointing out that the color of the buttons inside the box does not correspond to the COLOR of the NUMBER written ON the box. I did not think of that.  Is he serious?????

Boys at home routine