Thursday, November 24, 2005

Snow Pig

Yesterday, the girls' music teacher was unable to come, so instead of our usual Wednesday routine, we met up with their Mom, and two of their cousins, and headed to the 16th arrondissement to the Théâtre du Jardin d'Acclimatation for a play called "Cochon Neige"--Snow Pig.

Yep. Snow Pig.

The idea was that they took several fairy tales and combined them, while changing the character of Blanche Neige (Snow White) into a pig. Add in 3 dwarves (yes 3, the group of 7 lives on the other side of the forest, and they are cousins of course!) But these dwarves were not so nice--they were trying to get dear little Cochon Neige to clean their house, and then they would cook her for dinner. With a hungry heroine (no golden locks, but pretty close--she did eat pretty much everything in sight), an evil queen with a magic talking mirror, a red poisoned apple...well, you get the idea. Cute play, and the kids really enjoyed it. We heard chorus after chorus of "Miroir, gentil miroir, dit-moi!" in the bathroom right afterward, which they soon forgot, thank goodness. (Translation: mirror, mirror on the wall...)

Before and after the show, we spent time walking around the Jardin d'Acclimatation. It's set up as a kind of amusement park for kids, with lots of rides, a mini-zoo, and lots of things to play on. I thought ahead enough to bring my camera with me, and thought you might like to see some of the fun we had. This was in the house of mirrors. It wasn't very crowded, probably due to the temperature, so we were able to do a lot of things in a few hours. The kids were having a ball, and of course did not want to leave (though the adults were freezing) but we managed to drag them out by 5 PM as the sun was rapidly sinking in the sky.

I guess we were charmed by the fairy tales, and didn't have any trouble catching a metro home--despite "La Grève" (the strike) that was making life miserable in Paris this week. As we walked from the train back to their apartment, the littlest one told the girls' Mom that "only the kids get tired, not the adults"--I'm not so sure about that one!

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...who is the tiredest of them all?



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