My Farwell to Paris – Postcards from Paris
It took me a long time to get to Paris…I was supposed to arrive as a student, breathless and excited at 17. Instead, I arrived breathless and excited at 28 because we almost missed getting off of the train since we lost track of time and had only 4 rushed minutes to gather our things and hop off. We were having so much fun we didn’t noticed that we’d arrived…talk about breathless!
By now, I have been to Paris many times…but every time is special and different. I am so blessed that we have come so many times as a family and enjoyed many Sunday suppers. This time we were welcomed as friends at the hotel where we always stay, Relais St. Germaine. We joked with the concierge and the waiters at the bistro located in the hotel, Le Comptoir which is our favorite for the food, service, people watching and (best of all) the proximity to our room.
By now, they know that Dana speaks French, I speak a tiny bit, and Jeff prefers to let us speak for him. In France, they like things to be predictable, and we are.
By now, we know where our favorite places are and how to get there…the Museums, the Seine, the Tuileries, Luxembourg Gardens, shops, galleries, bistros, the streets, narrow and crooked or vast and tree lined.
But now, I know that this will probably be our last visit for a long time. We start to think about saying a mental goodbye… and then we stop, we know that we HAVE to come back…maybe not as frequently as in the last few years, but we WILL return, because this city has become part of the best of our lives.
So, this is my tribute to a city that I’ve grown to love….and that I will always return to breathless and excited.