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!

nous sommes arrivés!

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“A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” ~ Lao-tzu

We are in Paris!Wow! We are in Paris!

Did you know I got to visit Canada for the very first time? We flew from California to Toronto and then to Paris.

I colored, I watched a movie, I watched a TV show, I napped, I ate pizza and a hamburger and spaghetti. Just before landing in Paris we had turbulence and I had to sit down.

My brother barely slept on the plane (he’s napping right now). My dad met us at the airport and we took two trains to get to our apartment in Le Marais.

I’m starving.  I can’t wait to go find a fresh croissant to eat!

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

ode to paris

Paris! City of Light! La Ville-Lumière!
Paris, my friend,

You and I first met in July 2011, my first trip to Europe in 10 years. You impressed me on that very first night, walking down, and then back up Rue Montmartre, grabbing a crêpe from the cart at the corner of the street.

The electric energy you showed me that July has been etched on my soul.

In two years I have returned to you more times than I can remember. You remain my most favorite city in the world, outside my own San Francisco (for my heart really does belong to her). You have shown me a different side of yourself every time I have visited.

la Tour Eiffel

You compelled me to walk at midnight – in the rain – along la Seine just to see the sparkling lights from votre Tour Eiffel from l’Esplanade du Trocadéro.

You allowed me to take refuge from your August heat in a boat, through the Saint Martin canals from Parc de la Villette to Musée d’Orsay.

You showed me amazing chocolate from Michel Chaudun and happiness that comes from bringing chocolate home to friends.

I returned last summer with my family for a visit that was simply too short for all you have to offer. So we return this summer and ask that you entertain and bring us adventure as only you can, before we make our way to Marseille and Corsica.

~ The Dad.