Our Paris home was located in a kind of random area — but we loved the location!  Within 20 minutes we could walk to Sacré Coeur or the Arc de Triomphe (walking is always better than metro-ing in Paris) and we definitely took advantage of that short route to take lots and lots of walks in Montmartre.

Every Sunday we walked from our place to Sacré Coeur and back, stopping along the way to look at street art and appreciate the con artists working the streets.  We had some good friends move back to the States about a month and a half before we did, so we took advantage of their last week in town to meet up for a picnic at the foot of Sacré Coeur followed by a leisurely walk around the bobo section of Paris.  The best part was definitely stumbling across the stairs featured in the second part of this video, causing me to sing For Emma for the rest of the evening.

We miss Paris.  We love America, but we miss the place that became our home over the past two years.  Good thing we’ll be having another adventure next!



The Parental Units came into town on Thursday morning, bringing with them a rush of clothing, American food, happiness, and a tiny bit of craziness….

The craziness?  Two things.  First of all, a ride from the airport in an illegal taxi that ended with them receiving a (pretty sure it was counterfeit)  5 euro bill.  Fail.  Second of all, my dear sweet hilarious father was pickpocketed.  Within the first 2 hours of landing in Paris.  On his first metro ride.  Fail.  HOW DID THIS HAPPEN????  This is the third time that I have lived in Paris and I’ve never been pick pocketed!  Poor dad, every time he wants to buy something now my mother tells him that he can’t afford it on his new budget of zero Euro.  Luckily they got everything cancelled and no money had been spent, so they were only out 50 euro and 30 bucks.  They also have a great daughter who can access their monies, so they’re pretty set!  But still, dumb dumb dumb.  This has to be some kind of new record.

After we dealt with those two fiascos, we decided to take the afternoon to do some exploring in Montmartre as this is where my Parental Units hotel is located.  As this is not their first time in Paris, this trip is going to be a lot of fun since we don’t have to do the usual things like go up the Eiffel Tower!

Heres some pictures post-pickpocketing of our afternoon.  They put on a good show for having been robbed, huh?

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This last photo?  My Parental Units and I in a nutshell.  Our facial expressions? Spot-On.

Dear all,

This is a sappy post, so feel free to not read it and skip to only the pictures.  I’ve been having a bit of a rough go lately, and needed to get something to my grandfather before he passes on quite suddenly.  Thanks for putting up with me using this blog as a means of getting a letter around the world that wouldn’t have made it if I had sent it by mail.

Dear Grandpa,

I know you don’t have much time left, mere hours probably.  You have no idea how much I wish I were there.  I wish that I had seen you more frequently than a year and a half ago. I wish we had been able to talk more since moving here.  I wish we lived on the same continent, because then, I would be there for you.

Although it pains me to not be there, to see everyone there, able to give you one last hug, and you holding on furiously to the iPad, trying to hug me through the screen, I know that me not being there for this doesn’t erase the 23 years of memories we have.  Or the special bond that we shared.  I know you love each of your grandchildren, but I always felt like you loved me most whenever we would talk — you have such a presence, such a way of being there, caring to the ends of the earth for the person that you are in conversation with.  You make me feel loved, even when you’re too sick to even realize it.

I hope I can be as good a parent some day as you have been to all of your children.  I hope I can love them all unconditionally, as you do, even when they aren’t doing what you know they should be doing.

I hope I can make you and Grandma proud.  I know you’ll always be there for me, even if it’s not immediately apparent.

For years I’ve been trying to get you to come visit me in Paris — this was one of your dreams, to return with Grandma to the place where you had once taken a whirlwind 6 hour taxi tour of the city on a layover between the States and Uganda.

Well, today’s your lucky day.  The Husband and I have been running furiously around Paris taking photos — just so you can come back to this magical city and spend a day with me.

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I love you.  I miss you.  I wish we had all the time in the world.

See you on the other side.

The Husband and I have been insanely busy this past week, although I can’t really complain since most of our business entailed hanging out with awesome people and getting or giving free food.  So, on to unwind on Friday night we took a late night walk with our friends, James Bond and Knitty, just to satiate our desire to show Bond some of his home town.  Can you believe hes Parisian, has lived in Ile-de-France his whole life, and just saw Sacré Coeur for the first time last year?  Even though it isn’t our favorite, we knew a Friday night walk through Montmartre to celebrate the Spring weather and good friends was in order.

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I think The Husband and I always forget how close Montmartre is until we decide to walk there — we were all the way to Sacré Coeur in 25 minutes!  The Husband absolutely loves Montmartre — he always says that if we end up staying here past our two years, we’ll buy a place in Montmartre and settle down.  And boy did I find the right apartment for us!  Two stories, huge library, walls of windows overlooking all of Paris, right next to Sacré Coeur.  Now, who wants to give us a million or three so we can buy it?


Last week was absolutely beautiful — it makes me wonder what we did to deserve snow this week after welcoming spring with picnics and extended walks mere days ago…

In order to appreciate the last day of the mini-spring that was upon us, The Husband and I took a huge 4 hour walk all throughout Paris on Saturday, accomplishing along the way some research for me thesis (such multitaskers we are!).  Voilà part 1!

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As much as I love winter, looking at these photos makes me long for the return of 50+ degree weather, blue sunny skies, and picnics in the Tuileries while soaking up some sun.