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Writing this I want to tell you about what I am seeing as I travel... my favorite places… but all I really want to do is tell my mom.
It has been a year since she died.
It has been such a long year without her.
She and I had this thing. I would call her when I would travel...tell her what I saw.
We both loved that time. It was important to me to share my experiences with her.
I am stumped as to what to write now so if it’s ok, I’m just going to tell my mom.
It has been an amazing year of travel. This Christmas I am adding to the list.
We landed in Paris in the pitch dark... dark at 8am.
Winter in Paris.
The hotel you would approve of... soft and detailed and it smells so good, a custom scent they said, of cut grass and flowers, so you!
We dropped our bags and had breakfast. Your kind of eggs.. lots of cream in them. A buttery croissant and apricot jam.
Over time this has become our pattern. Land, breakfast, then usually we go see the pet stores. The children are grown now, but everyone still wanted to go.
Time has changed. The pet stores are now gone, all but one. We didn’t go.
Later I heard Stuart circled back during the day to go see the one pet store left.
I love that about her.
Mom, Dad would be proud. We went to see the Picasso museum. His love of art is a part of me.
It was UNBELIEVABLE.
At first, the shock of the Modern had me whisper under my breath, “I am not a fan of Picasso”, but as I went through the halls (which were art themselves) I fell in love with what I called my own collection of Picasso’s.
You were allowed to take photos so I collected everything I loved. It was shocking to take the photo then walk up closely and see the detail of the paint.
What an amazing mind. What a gift from God to see in a way no one had ever had before. To paint and explain an art that had never existed before. I stood in amazement.
Thank you Picasso. Thank you God.
The evenings were filled with the Christmas lights and the Christmas trees of Paris. I never saw a Christmas tree stand. They take a quarter of the tree stump then nail the tree into it. All tree ..no stand. Perfect.
Many of the trees were flocked. All white, or red, or even blue. They were pretty and dramatic. Not one tree was cone shaped. Each had its natural shape. Perfect nature.
Every time I come to Paris I cannot get over the doors, the door knockers, and the paint colors. The blue is my favorite. No the red... no the ice pale blue... it goes on like that the entire time. I just can’t decide.
We all went to the Dior exhibit. The line to see it snaked around the block. I thought it would be interesting, but around the block? What do I know! It was fantastic!
Dior is IT.
The beginning of so many greats. The designs and genius blew me away. You could stand in front of a group of dresses for an hour and not take in each detail, but it was packed and the tight halls had me moving faster then I would have liked. No disrespect Mr. Dior but I caught a little claustrophobia at your show!
And then as any sane woman would do... I went shopping!
I love Printemps because it is more manageable and so many people were jammed into Gallery Lafayette.
Walking the Maris until closing was perfect. The cafes open and lights twinkling made me feel a little Parisian. Proud that in a few Stores they spoke French to me first, not certain I was American. A beautiful scarf helps that every time!
Each night I would look out my window to see the Eiffel Tower shining for her 5 minutes and get up early to see the sun rise behind Notre Dame.
I always say that Paris is my favorite..
until I go to Italy!
And we are off...