I still go to that nursing home that I worked in the summer before last to visit some of the ladies there… I visited there last Sunday and there’s a new lady there. Her name is Charlotte and she’s 90 something. Charlotte is from Paris and she loves anything French. Unfortunately, just like jr. high, there is a pecking order in nursing homes also and Charlotte, because of her love of her homeland is having a little trouble being accepted. I was hoping that anyone who posts on the blog that has ever been to Paris would post some of their best memories of Paris so that I could share them with her and the other ladies on my next visit.
Wonderful Claire B. has agreed to translate our responses into French for Charlotte. Please help Emma to bring a little light and love by leaving a reminiscence of Paris or, if you haven’t been there, some impression you have of the city from movies or novels.
My best memory of Paris:
Going to the local patisserie to buy two croissants au beurre and then bringing them home to eat with raspberry jam and a steaming hot cup of tea. Pure bliss.
I can still smell the inside of the baker’s shop – one of the most glorious aromas in the world.
[P.S. Thanks to keen-eyed reader John who spotted a spelling error…]