chi cura il pene Boys will be boys… or not. No rules at our house about who wears what.
pene piccolo Another day, another birthday party. Same princess dress.
wie deinen Penis größer natürlich zu machen Time for Alexandre to graduate to a big-boy bed, quite an impressive one with a play area beneath (also good for sleep-overs) and jungle animal sheets. Not bad for a four-year old.
pillole allungamento funzionano After five days, it was time for our visit to come to an end. Papa finally relented and we settled on a French bistro for lunch before our afternoon train back to Basel. It was a great visit, and by the end of their stay, the kids had really started to get used to the rhythm of the city: the Metro and busses, navigating the crowds, and taking in everything there was to see.
esercizi per allungare il pene gratis Still, it was good to be home.
After a very late night due to the noise of all of the Halloween revelers partying late into the early hours of the morning, we had a leisurely breakfast of croissants and headed out to see a couple more of the big sites, exploring the area along the Left Bank not far from where Maman and Papa used to live. This is a part of Paris that we know well and have many memories.
We jumped on the bus, a rare opportunity to escape the Metro and see life at street level, and headed down to Notre Dame, where we snapped a few of the mandatory tourist pictures for our album. The kids weren’t much interested in the cathedral (beyond recognizing it from several of their films), but they were impressed by the many pigeons. We wandered from Notre Dame to the Left Bank and ended up having lunch at Godjo, an old haunt from when we lived in Paris. We sat at traditional low tables in the basement, and the kids were really excited at the prospect of being able to eat with their hands.
From there, we battled rainy weather to make our way to the Muséum national d’Histoire naturelle to see some of the exhibits and stay dry.
From there, it was back towards our apartment, where we decided to celebrate our final night by having another Indian at Dishny, where we had eaten on the first night we arrived. It was pretty amazing to watch our Indian waiter single-handedly manage a full 30-seat restaurant through two seatings flawlessly. Took our order by memory, served three other tables before putting in the order, got every detail right. Still had time to smile at the kids. That guy earned his tip.