The one thing I remember from a Christmas in Paris with my sweetheart is wearing every stitch of clothing in my suitcase. I ambled around like a stuffed bear. We had a room near a church in Montmartre where we slept all day while the bells announced the hour. We rose at 5pm and went out like vampires for café crème and then walked all over. It was cold and dark and surreal but oddly giddy and I have to admit we did have fun.
Enjoyed this even more the second time "around". No visions of "sugarplums" here. But at age 19 o my first Christmas in the "Big Apple". was magical. with a first snow under the glow of the village street lights.
I agree with your conclusion on not traveling to distant places during the holidays. Nothing better than a nice fire and close friends to share your time with and not with the anonymous airport crowds.
I've never had fun in Paris, which will be the subject of my next post.....
oh dear! :-(
The one thing I remember from a Christmas in Paris with my sweetheart is wearing every stitch of clothing in my suitcase. I ambled around like a stuffed bear. We had a room near a church in Montmartre where we slept all day while the bells announced the hour. We rose at 5pm and went out like vampires for café crème and then walked all over. It was cold and dark and surreal but oddly giddy and I have to admit we did have fun.
Enjoyed this even more the second time "around". No visions of "sugarplums" here. But at age 19 o my first Christmas in the "Big Apple". was magical. with a first snow under the glow of the village street lights.
I agree with your conclusion on not traveling to distant places during the holidays. Nothing better than a nice fire and close friends to share your time with and not with the anonymous airport crowds.
L'e voyage met l'amour `a l'épreuve.
taking your advice
reruns of boston legal
All the best to you...get much deserved rest so you can continue with the writing which is always a pleasure, Ann.
Don’t recall this from last year. Your Grinches tale is perfect. Maybe a few readers will cancel Christmas entirely. Only joking Ann. Bascha Mon
Yes, Paris really IS like that: wet and wet. But I DO love the description of the short-crotch panty hose. Your legs are just too long and beautiful!!
Love your stories, wonderful ans well written
I love your writing style and honesty. Looking forward to read more.
I’m loving all of your writing , Ann. Wishing you health and joy in the new year.
Thanks, Adria. Same to you....