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a hobby store, gelato, & a bridge

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“I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.” ~ Oscar Wilde

Paris is awesome!

We went to a place called Rose Bakery [Editor’s thanks: thank you parisinfourmonths.com!]. We (not me!) ate all this weird stuff [it was an assortiment de légumes].

Afterwards, my grandma, my mom, and my sister went to the mall [Galeries Lafayette] and looked at all this girly stuff.

PadlocksMy dad and I went to a hobby store [EOL] and looked at all these models. Then we went to a gelato place and I got some lemon gelato. As we paid, the cashier dropped the coins in the trash!

Then we went to a bridge with a whole bunch of locks. Each lock means you are in love with someone. Then we walked back to the apartment and rested our feet.

first night in paris

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“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” ~ St. Augustine

Last night was amazing.

By the SeineIt was very hot yesterday.  My dad really wanted to go get gelato so we took the subway to the place my cousin told us to go to, Berthillon. I had a scoop of cherry gelato – or cerise in French.

[Editor’s note: the previously discussed Grom is better. ~ The Dad]

While we ate our gelato we walked along the river Seine towards Notre Dame. So many people were out having picnics.

Notre Damn

Notre-Dame de Paris, “Our Lady of Paris”

I was at Notre Dame last year and fed the birds outside and visited the inside. This time I stopped to take  pictures and watched a guy who was imitating other people. He thought my dad was George Clooney – he was funny!

My dad really wanted us to see the Eiffel Tower at night but I was starving so we stopped at Chez Alexandre not too far from Pont des Arts for pizza. By the time we got to the Eiffel Tower the sun was setting and tower was all lit up.

Watching the Eiffel Tower

The Dad made us watch the lights.

At 11:00pm the tower started to sparkle like a Christmas tree. I thought this was boring because it was just blinking lights that hurt my eyes.

But my dad says his heart skipped a beat when he saw the sparkling lights. Breath taking he says. Il aime cette ville et pense que le tour est magnifique la nuit!

ge • la • to

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Paris, mon amour,

Pistacchio & fragola.No visit with you is complete without gelato, without a trip to Grom.

Despite visiting Italy twice some 13 years ago, I became insanely addicted to gelato on my first trip to Buenos Aires. Insanely addicted.

There’s a certain anticipation that builds up on the walk to Grom, as I cross the padlock covered Pont des Arts, as I cross over and look out at the Seine, as I get closer and see the street sign, “Rue de Seine” and finally the blue and white banner of Grom in the distance.

And so I indulge. I order from a menu written in Italian. Moyen. Pistacchio. Fragola. My first spoonful is simply the taste of cold pistachio. My second is pure strawberry.

No walk is too long for a gelato this good.

Pont des Arts, collage

~ The Dad