Sometimes, I don't have very good pictures, but the words flow easy. Other times, like now, I have an abundance of photographs, but the words won't seem to come. Because what can I possibly say about Paris that I haven't already said?
I absolutely love this city, albeit in a different way from Florence, or Charleston/Seabrook Island, or Chapel Hill, or other places that are so deeply etched into my heart. There is a unique loveliness to it - it's no wonder so many people visit here annually. And it was just what we needed after the heat and exhaustion of Rome and the bland niceness of Vienna.
The weather was perfect - overcast and cool, with a slight breeze. It actually felt good to be outside. We only had about a day and a half to explore Paris, but Mom, Dad, and I had a fantastic time. We bought groceries for a picnic under the Eiffel Tower, walked down the Champs Elysees, sauntered along the Seine, and ended our Eurotour with a wacky, hilarious, delicious dinner at Le Refuges des Fondus.
Confession time: On their last day, I rode with Mom and Dad to Charles de Gaulle on the train to say goodbye. And on my way back into the city to catch a TGV to Tours, I cried the entire time. I had been anticipating their trip since B and I moved here in April. I can't explain how heartbroken I was that it was over, and that they had to go back to the U.S. Of course, on the positive side, when you're sobbing on the metro, people do tend to give you a wide berth, which I greatly appreciated.
I miss Mom and Dad like crazy, but the memories we made will live on in family lore for a long, long time, and frankly, that's kind of the point for me. It's something B and I have made every effort to do since we got here. And if memory fails, I can always refer back to one of the 4,592,133 photos I took, such as the ones below.