Adieu, Paris

I will not let fifteen years pass again before returning to Paris. What an incredible city. It takes my breath away at what seems like every turn; I can’t imagine living amidst such history and grandeur and artistic flourish all the time. New York has my heart for so many reasons, as do Rome and Amsterdam, but with the exception of Rome, I’m not sure any city is more beautiful than Paris.

I’m also not sure we could have packed more into this week, and I think the kids enjoyed almost everything. I’ll be writing up a post that describes our itinerary and whether we would or wouldn’t recommend each thing, but for now, I’ll just say that I’m thankful to have spent a beautiful spring week here, to have gotten away from the States and the daily rigmarole, and to have introduced the boys to a new place and new experiences.

As I break from packing, I’m leaving you with some pictures from recent days, including some of the Yellow Vest protest we found ourselves repeatedly on the immediate periphery of (to my delight). The gendarmerie were dressed as if they expected to encounter a sizable third-world terrorist group at any moment: riot gear, grenade launchers, enormous guns, bobby sticks, shields, vans, motorcycles, etc. Despite the fact that the Yellow Vests torched restaurant two weeks ago, the police presence seemed a touch overwrought to me. Nonetheless, the protester/documentarian in me jumped right in and ran after them without considering any alternative. The kids and Tom followed for a while before lovingly demanding that I join them for lunch.

Paris, days 1-4

As Paris is utterly spectacular and noisy and vibrant and expansive and cozy and full of cheese and baguettes and street art and epic works of art and a river and traffic jams and music and old people and children hand in hand, we are having a grand time. 

More details later, but for now, pictures. 

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the Seine

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Rue des Rosiers, near L’As du Fallafel

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St. Germain/Odéon 

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in the Luxembourg Garden  

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Les Halles

Saint-Germain des Prés  

Saint-Germain des Prés  

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La Tour Eiffel

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keys in Montmartre

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goat cheese with ash from La Petite Ferme d’Ines in the Marche des Enfants Rouge (he oldest market in Paris) 

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Les Halles

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dancing with bubbles in Les Marais

Sometimes, being an island is the way to go

Friends, you will on occasion, sometimes more than others, not like the people you love. This is normal and OK, as long as your love is true and your dislike isn't constant. Children, partners and parents probably fit this bill most frequently, but we all know that sometimes, friends, acquaintances, presidential candidates and complete strangers can feel like despised entities.

In these moments, please feel you have the right to go radio silent. A glass of wine is a nice, quiet comrade but so is a coffee or cup of tea and a chocolate cookie or the like. 

I may or may not have taken" five-to-fifteen" tonight around 7:30pm. Armed with a glass of wine and an active Instagram feed, it's possible I gave Tom the Code Red look and hauled ass to the next room. 

Everyone was tired, Ol lost a found "treasure" today and his tears plus Jack's supportive ones might have solved California's water crisis had we been stateside. We ingested the whole of the Colosseum and the Forum, we walked and walked, and J literally talked for thirteen hours straight.

People, I just don't care about the permanent Inquisitor that you can buy with a zillion coins in Angry Birds Star Wars. I also do not feel that the children need Star Wars hand-cuffs bought in Rome or more than one gelato per day when they act like amped-up speed whores afterwards.

Frigidarium has exceptional gelato.

Frigidarium has exceptional gelato.

We are having a grand time, but family "vacation" is really quite a misnomer in some moments of said getaway.

So, be an island when you need to be. Islands are often vastly interesting, independent things, full of fascinating life, unique ecosystems, and beauty. Be that island and restore!

Chin-chin, salute!

Blissed out in a dreamed-about place

Blissed out in a dreamed-about place

The Temple of Antoninus and Faustina on the Roman Forum. Built 141 AD.

The Temple of Antoninus and Faustina on the Roman Forum. Built 141 AD.

the remains of the Temple of Vesta, on the Forum (also where, PS, the freaking vestal virgins kept the flame alive. I do believe being a vestal virgin guaranteed women a better life than they'd have had otherwise, BUT being a vestal virgin couldn't have been much fun.)

the remains of the Temple of Vesta, on the Forum (also where, PS, the freaking vestal virgins kept the flame alive. I do believe being a vestal virgin guaranteed women a better life than they'd have had otherwise, BUT being a vestal virgin couldn't have been much fun.)

beautiful view tonight while walking in Rome.

beautiful view tonight while walking in Rome.