A few weeks ago I was searching the internet for excursions to do in and around Paris during the summer vacation, when I came across this website offering half price tickets to visit the Aquarium.  

Today we decided to put the tickets to good use, plotting that crowds would be quieter now half the city has migrated to the Dordogne and Aquitaine, and factoring in that Monsieur Meteo was including afternoon showers in his often inaccurate forecast. Apparently, we did better with our forecast than M. Meteo.

Though there were throngs of foreigners loitering on the forecourt at Trocodero vying for the ultimate tourist snap, the only inundation was one of fake bags and freelance vendors selling ostentatious key chains.

Stepping into the aquarium was like a world away.  The odd group of French children who hadn’t left for holidays, yet had been placed in summer camps, passed us by. Otherwise, it was quiet and un-crowded.

Two hours later we emerged.  Shirt sleeves drenched from a dip too far in the touching pool.

Only one item left on today’s agenda. Fairy floss.