More will follow. Suffice it to say, we had a brilliant time. I have put on half a stone through the steak-frites and pain-au-chocolat diet, a problem partly solved by a bout of something nasty and gastric yesterday (probably the result of a very non-French Tesco BLT).
Jensen absolutely loved his Montessori, although my high-blown ideals of him absorbing French almost through a process of osmosis were short-lived. He ended up under the table with Chuck (his new-found American friend) making toilet noises and has now acquired (Bart-Simpson style) the catch phrase “Oh Man.” Not what we had in mind.