Sunday, September 25, 2016

Dreaming of France -- Preteens in France



Thank you for joining 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.

Since Grace is in Europe this week, I thought I'd revisit a time when my boys were in France.
Here is Spencer, age 12, on the Eiffel Tower with Paris at his back.
A fashionable 12-year-old in 2007. Note the soccer jacket and the puka shell necklace, plus the still wet hair.  

That was the first time he'd gone up the Eiffel Tower. When we took the kids 
over at ages 2, 4, and 6, only Tucker went to the top of the tower with me. 


And here's Tucker as a 10-year-old wearing a beret that we bought at a souvenir shop. We still have that beret!

Hope you're thinking about good memories of France today, too. 
Thanks so much for playing along with Dreaming of France today. Please leave your name and blog address in Mr. Linky below, and leave a comment letting me know what  you think about my love affair with France, or your own passion for the country and its people and cultures. Also consider visiting the blogs of others who play along so we can all share the love.


6 comments:

Sim Carter said...

I bet you can't wait to start making new memories when you're all settled and the kids come to visit! And then the grandkids:)
I've got a Dreaming of France flashback, a repost about climbing Notre Dame in the 1980's.

Esme said...

These are fond memories. What is Grace doing back in Europe?

Anonymous said...

That age--10-13--is such an important time for development. What they do at that age can really stick with them for life.

Paulita said...

Sim, I'm ready to make more memories, but definitely not itching for grandkids. I need a good decade of time without the responsibilities.
Esme, Grace and her boyfriend traveled to Ireland, Scotland and England. It's his first time overseas, so she's testing him to see if he travels well. They also had a film class and met some contacts for possible future acting jobs.
Francetaste, I hope our family vacations made a lasting impact on those boys. I think our move overseas can have an even bigger one!

Philippe F. said...

Votre rêve, depuis des années, de venir vivre en France est étonnant Paulita et je dirais même émouvant ! Il est paradoxal que tant d' américains, anglais ou australiens désirent s' installer dans ce pays alors que tant de français, en ces temps difficiles, ne rêvent que de partir aux USA ou au Royaume-Uni. Quand je lis votre blog Paulita, on ressent tout votre amour ( avec votre mari Earl )pour La Belle France. J' espère que, l' an prochain, vous trouverez le lieu idéal pour vivre votre rêve français. Prenez le temps de bien chercher , il vous attend...Vos enfants seront heureux de visiter la France rurale si différente de Paris.// Your dream, for years, to come to live in France is amazing Paulita and even I would say so moving! It' s ironic that so many americans, english or australians do want to move in this country while so many french,at this difficult time, only dream to go to USA or UK.As I read your blog Paulita , we feel your deep love ( with Earl your husband too ) for "La Belle France".I hope, next year, you' ll find the perfect place to live your " Dreaming of France". Take time to look well...your dream house is waiting for you. Your children will be happy, for sure, to discover rural France so different from Paris.

Paulita said...

Philippe, Yes, the grass is always greener somewhere else, isn't it? I love the culture of France -- the emphasis on family and people rather than work. I don't think I'm deluding myself. I know that every country has faults, and France does as well. Of course, the U.S. is a great country, but has issues as well.

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