Some time ago we had to go up to Paris for an Embassy visit. You know what these are like- you always feel a little intimidated as if somehow, during the security questions, they are going to make you confess to putting the empty milk bottle back in the fridge. I admit to nothing.
Ahem.
So we went up by train at the crack of dawn, the Princesses Two insisting that they each be allowed to take a plethora of crafts/toys/dolls. We limited them to what they would be willing to carry all day around Paris. Upon our arrival we were met with the friendly security guard who looked at our papers, checked our linguistic skills and smiled rather apologetically as he pointed to the last wedge of shade left for us to stand in and wait. No, no just walking in. Small groups only.
Eventually we were let in after several walkie-talkie squeaks between several men, one of whom escorted us to yet another security guard and the metal detector.
"Do you have anything that looks like a weapon?"
"NNN.......Yes."
(Insert saucer sized security guy eyes.)
You see, Big Sister had decided to circumvent our on-train toy limit by putting a pair of SCISSORS down her shirt. That's right, the entire train ride she had this sharp object on her person. We discovered it when we got up to get off the train and the offending item landed with a thump on the floor.
So we handed our craft scissors to the incredulous guard. Fortunately, we were able to chuckle about it when we asked for them back. Now we do our own security check.....just in case.
