Russ and Rea in Paris


My parents outside of the St. Regis

My parents arrived about a week ago and we had a wonderful time together. They are now back in California and it’s back to work for Scotty and me. I will be posting about their visit over the next few days. When they arrived, we spent the first two days walking around and just soaking up Paris. The weather was absolutely perfecta – sunny, warm. Their first day we had pre-dinner drinks outside the St. Regis before making our way to Au Bougnat for dinner. Sitting outside a cafe with a coffee or glass of wine has been something my dad has wanted to do for thirteen years! Unfortunately, all his previous trips were during the winter or unseasonably dreary weather. We were quite happy to join him in fulfilling this goal.

The next day we made our way to the famous Marches de Clingnancourt. It’s a fun place to walk around and see interesting things and dream about decorating a future home…

This marché is enormous…and a bit overwhelming. But it’s also amazing. There are mid-century modern pieces that would make a NY hipsters eyes pop out of his head. Antiques that look as though they should be in museums. Antique linens and lace that are handmade and gorgeous. And there is also a lot of junk. After walking through about a third of the shops, we made our way back to the center of the city. I had reserved places for mom and me at a book signing for David Lebovitz at the lovely Sugarplum Cake Shop. It was really fun to meet Mr. Lebovitz – especially as I’ve been reading his blog for years. I had also been given his The Sweet LIfe in Paris by some dear friends in Edinburgh. They had written notes on the cover page and David added his signature to their notes. He thought it was a very cool gift and said that he liked that my friends had sort of written another book inside his book.

While we were off doing that, Scotty and Pop climbed the Arc de Triumph.

The next day saw us going to the American Church in Paris. In classic Russ and Rea style they quickly met someone who happened to also live in California and shared a mutual friend. That happens everywhere to my parents – they are some of the most social people I know and it is fun to watch. Scotty and I are not so much that way…we’ve met a few people in our weeks here but I think Mom and Pop met more in their eight days here than we have in our five weeks! After church, we just walked Paris. The weather was perfect and the city was begging to be seen.

Riverboats on the Seine

Mom and Scotty amidst the crowds at the Tuileries.

Joan of Arc

Artsy roller-bladers.

It was a great day and the sort of day that is meant to be spent in Paris – simply walking, breathing in the air, taking in the sights, and sharing it with those you love. And then it was off to bed…Giverny was on the agenda for the next day and I was so excited!

About Rebecca

Hi! After five years in Europe, I'm adjusting to life back in the US. I use this blog to record my adventures, post photos, organize recipes, and post about things that interest me.
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3 Responses to Russ and Rea in Paris

  1. marty says:

    I like how your folks got a pic in front of a fountain like mine:) You and Scotty are the best tourguides–finding things classic yet authentically embedded in Parisian culture:)

  2. Rea says:

    Thank you, Becca for keeping a running diary of our days there. Can’t wait to see more. We are home after 29 hours of travel and are properly jet-lagged and foggy-brained. It is good to be home (such an arduous journey does make the arrival more sweet!), but we already miss you and Scotty so much. Thank you for all the lovely thoughtful touches, the Normandy butter, the gourmet yogurt, the salade Nicoise, the Luneville platter! By the way it made it home in perfect condition (thanks to a kind American couple who noticed we’d left it in a bin at security . . . yikes!) and will definitely grace our French Thanksgiving feast. Every day we shared with you in Paris was amazing! Love you so . . . Mom

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