So two weeks ago a long-awaited dream came true- my mom and sister came to visit me in Paris!
While my mother has been to Europe several times before, it was my 13-year old sister’s first time on the continent so I was particularly excited to give her a taste of life in Paris. And by taste, I literally meant taste. This is Paris we’re talking about after all.
After dropping off our bags at the hotel, we stopped in a nameless bakery for some beautifully crafted pastries. While I hurriedly ordered some coffee and croissants for everyone, my sister excitedly picked out a lemon tart with meringue on top.
I will always remember Bee’s first food in France as being a bright yellow, perfectly tart tarte au citron.
By traveling with my mom and sister I noticed something- you start to pay attention to different things depending on with whom you travel. My mother’s love of flowers and all things that grow reflects in many of my photos…
And speaking of interests, my sister’s top priorities in Paris were a. see the Eiffel Tower and b. buy as many multi-colored macarons as possible and Instagram them.
And let me assure you- there’s no scream like the one of a thirteen-year old girl spotting the Eiffel Tower for the first time.
Post-Eiffel-tower-gushing, I took my mom and sister over to the Notre Dame, assuming they’d like to see it- but luckily for me they weren’t interested. (Sorry, I’ve been in a million times at this point- I even confessed there once!)
What wasn’t so lucky was that while we were strolling the gardens outside Notre Dame a large, drunk and possibly homeless man approached us to belch in our faces- and my poor little sister promptly burst into tears. Enraged, I screamed, “CONNARD!” in his direction. Needless to say, it was not what I had planned for my mom and sister’s perfect first day in Paris.
Soon everyone recovered from shock and we made our way to another site- the love lock-covered Pont des Arts. Per Bee’s request, we stopped by the bridge to see the locks for reasons that may or may not involve the Kardashians.
But I can’t hate on the Kardashian Klan too much, because they indirectly led me to stumble upon a beautiful moment of a bride and groom posing for wedding pictures on the bridge.
We then headed over to Le Marais
to escape the tourist hordes to have lunch and shop. While we were unceremoniously kicked out of Breizh Café (I’ll leave that rant for another post, but let’s just say I won’t be lunching there again) we ended up at Chez Robert et Louise for some runny cheese, red wine and buttery mushrooms. Which basically sums up everything I love about France.
While the day wasn’t perfect (unsavory incidents included getting thrown out of a creperie and being burped at by a homeless drunk man, after all) it was so meaningful to me to show my mother and little sis all the things about France that make my heart sing.
Have you ever had family come visit you when you were living abroad?