I realized that many of you probably have no idea why my mom decided to spend an entire month in Paris, so here’s some background. In April 2011 Scotty and I got news that Scotty had been given a grant to study French in Paris for a year. The person who was most excited about this news was my mom, a Francophile through and through. The second she heard the news she determined that she was going to come over for a month. She had lived in Paris for a year when she was in her early twenties and had fallen deeply in love with this city and always dreamed of returning. It was her stories about working as an au pair and exploring museums that made me curious about this place as a child. She first returned in 1998 when we took our first family trip to Europe. We spent a drizzly week in Paris and everyone loved it. She’s been back a few times since but only for a week or two here and there and that really isn’t enough time to soak up the city, have time to visite the marchés and gather your friends for big dinners.
So, she researched and researched and found a gorgeous apartment, issued invitations to friends to join her and made this month happen. Above she is pictured with two of her oldest and closest friends, Pat and Valerie. Valerie has known my mom since before I was born and Pat taught me art classes as a kid. So, it was really fun to be able to interact with these fantastic women as an adult. Seeing my mom enjoy this city with her friends made me appreciate each of them more. They each brought unique perspectives and opinions to the art, architecture, history, and culture. Such a blessing to have friends like this!
Anyway, Valerie and Pat’s stay only overlapped by one day, but it was a beauty. We had dinner at the Mosque of Paris and afterwards wondered the streets on a beautiful moonlit night.