‘The Child and The Dude at loose in the City of Light’
I have some pretty nice memories of Paris I’ve been saving up. And I’m thinking this week is perfect for sharing, even though it’s fall, and not a rainy spring like when this story took place.
It was about 15 years ago. The Child was nine at the time, and a school break was coming up. The previous year I’d been to Paris for ten fabulous all-expense-paid days, shooting a batch of skincare commercials. (You can read about that, plus some other pretty memorable and/or exotic location-based adventures in ‘Around the World in 80 Shoots’.)
Did I have a good time on the aforesaid trip? Well. Let me just say that I was itching to get back there, so I was pitching Paris big-time as a Family Vacation.
Dude: ‘Paris? But I’ve been to Paris.’
Me: ‘Really? Just when did you go to Paris?’
Dude: ‘Oh, you know. When I was on that backpacking trip in college.’
Me: ‘Oh? And how much time did you spend in Paris?’
Dude: ‘A day, I think.’
We went to Paris.