Sunday, March 31, 2013

Dreaming of France -- At an Angle


Please join this weekly meme. Grab a copy of the photo above and link back to An Accidental Blog. Share with the rest of us your passion for France. Did you read a good book set in France? See a movie? Take a photo in France? Have an adventure? Eat a fabulous meal or even just a pastry? Or if you're in France now, go ahead and lord it over the rest of us. We can take it.
Maybe we can all satisfy our yearnings for France, until we get there again.
My 17-year-old son arrived in Paris on Easter morning as part of a school trip. I had to beg him to let me follow him on Instagram so I can live vicariously. He tortured me the entire day by not posting anything all Sunday, until finally, around 10 p.m. France time, he threw me a bone with this shot of ...
Well, you're sure to recognize it. 
I hope he sends me a lot more pictures this week.

7 comments:

Louise said...

What a fabulous trip for him! I can't believe the trips kids get to take at school now. We got bus trips to Sydney or Canberra, that was it. I can see why you want to live vicariously. I can't imagine how busy Notre Dame would be at Easter.

Sim Carter said...

Bonjours! What a great picture and what a lucky fella to be a young man in Paris!

Alexa said...

Hope he has a wonderful time—and hope he falls madly in love with Paris, as my daughters did on their school trip to the City of Light!

Virginia said...

I think Paris is wasted on the young but he'll get a taste and then return again one day for more!

V

Joy said...

What fun! I hope you get a lot more pictures!

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Esme said...

I have always wanted to spend Easter in France; actually I just want to eat all the Easter chocolate they have. How fortunate for him.

Paulita said...

Thanks everyone for the comments. I agree that travel like this is probably wasted on the young, but he did help pay for the trip.
Esme, We've been in France for Easter before. Our friends were very religious so they went to services on all the holy days and Easter morning, of course. They didn't do baskets for the kids, but hid little gifts for them to find after dinner. For dinner, we ate -- sacrilege -- rabbit with lobster as the starter. So many kinds of wine. Yummmm.

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