Wednesday, 9 June 2010
Paris with my sister
A couple of weekends ago, on a fiercely sunny weekend that was sandwiched in between two weeks of rain, my sister and I escaped to Paris. There is so much to say...but perhaps photos convey it better...so I will (try to) say little:
My sister, Laura, had written down the questions from the Proust Questionnaire and our Eurostar journey was absorbed by sharing our answers and forgetting to notice when we went through the tunnel.
This week an enormous, fuchsia-pink photo album arrived for me: a gift from my sister. She had collated our photos from Paris and interspersed them with our answers to the Proust Questionnaire, written up neatly in sparkly pen. I love that she placed this photo of the a Parisian street name reading 'Road of the Bad Boys' next to my wish to be more reckless.
We travelled lightly and I took only this bag that I'd made the week before. I had made a couple of potential Paris bags, but this was the only one that was both voluminous and that I liked well enough to accompany me.
It fits over the shoulder like a piece of clothing rather than a bag. I am in love with this fabric - it is so hard-wearing and crisp.
But enough of bags. Paris: there was of course a visit to Laduree fitted in. Their window was beautiful and choosing just one cake was painful.
These are the tired donkeys that carried small children around one of the parks in the hot sun as we watched from a distance, eating our cakes.
The boxes...the napkins...it was all so lovely.
We forgot to pick up any implements to eat them with, and so the little labels on the tops of the cakes became our miniature spoons, and we ate them messily, laughing a lot: a race against the cakes melting and the 'spoons' disintegrating. This is pictured in the album below and placed next to the Proust question: What quality do you most appreciate in friends - we had both given the same answer - an appetite for fun...Laura had later added 'and chocolate'. Quite.
We did other things aside from eating cake...we wandered (this is my sister wandering):
We went to a flea market early on Sunday morning
We went to a fabric shop that my friend Jenny had told me about...it was dreamy.
We ate the most delicious salads that I've ever tasted looking out onto this garden:
We saw this Fiat 500 that seemed to have been placed especially for being photographed next to. This, and a Nissan Figaro are my favourite cars of all time.
We tried on clothes:
And then wandered around some more:
We visited impossibly expensive boutiques full of lovely things that are laid out like part of an art installation.
We sat in parks, and beside water fountains...and sheepishly went on this merry-go-round:
But not that sheepishly...for it was too much fun
And happily soaked up all that is Paris.
This was the first time for nine years that I had left the country...or left my children to go on holiday without them. I thought I would be sad and miss them horribly...I did miss them, but not horribly and we spoke on the phone. I felt deliciously happy to be away with my sister in the warm sunshine, somewhere so completely lovely. So many memories for the memory pot...and now all sorted nicely into one place for me by my sister. I'm much happier knowing that none of them will now be allowed to trickle away through the memory net. The photo album arrived with this amazing card.
The tiny lettering reads: always having fun - real fun - the sort that bubbles up inside you because you're young and happy and a bit silly. I love this piglet and his sentiments (even though, having been recently told I'm now one third of the way to 100, I no longer feel that 'young' is something that describes me).
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