Part 31: Second tour

Paris. The sun was shining. I had to sleep for two days and forget the vacuum cleaner and laundry again. Milla slept just as well and for the very first time no longer in my arm, but next to me and already in front of me and I could turn back and forth on the mattress and was so really refreshed. With the stroller through the city went smoothly. Jardin du luxembourg, Notre Dame, cruise on the Seine, hoppoff at the Eiffel Tower. The French showed themselves to be quite child-friendly and diligently lifted the stroller up and down steps with me, so it didn’t even require a question on my part. Evening at the theater. Milla cried briefly and then stayed with dad, without mom. I knew the play pretty well by now. In the meantime, everyone had grown up enough with each other that Mom and Milla could get on a plane alone, arrive without having stress marks on their necks, and start the washing machine in Berlin in a relaxed manner.

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