More Paris!
There are carousels everywehere in Paris. They are all very charming and usually situated in a shady spot in one of the zillion parks they have. This one was extra terribly charming because it was manual. That’s right – a guy pushed the carousel to get it started and then stood by a hand crank to keep it going. Tres charmant, non?
The Parisian carousels are a great reminder that pretty much all kids are the same no matter where in the world they live.
I don’t think Savannah was all that impressed with the hand cranking aspect of the carousel, but she did love that she was on a horse named Pinky that was pink. Remember when her favorite color was brown? Oh those days are gone – we are all pink and purple and glitter now.
