Once upon a time (1996, to be exact), our family relocated to Paris for a year since dad was a superstar at his job. My 2 sisters and I were little munchkins who were too young to really appreciate such a splendid city. I remember, when we first arrived, whining about wanting McDonald’s despite my dad’s efforts to expand our culinary horizons. In time he brought us to just about every McDonald’s in Paris. I still crave Filet o’ Fish sandwiches to this day.
I remember the Lycee International in Saint Germain-en-Laye, where we went to school. I remember walking to the grocery store everyday with my mom, my sisters and our little square bookbags stuffed with our French workbooks; half-day Wednesdays; and falling off the ski lift on our class field trip to the Alps. I remember coming home crying because I couldn’t understand the language or culture. But as our time in Paris went on, we three sisters formed friendships at the Lycee, learned to speak (some) French, actually tried some of the fine cuisine that our parents tried so hard to get us to eat, and soaked in the sights and sounds of the city like sponges.
It has been 16 years since our time overseas but the wedding of a dear friend from the Lycee has pulled us back to this City of Love. We came back to witness and capture the lovely marriage of Kimi & Niko on Bastille Day 2013! The wedding was amazing, and it was so nice to be able to revisit a distant part of my childhood with my wonderful sister. We did not stop at a single McDonald’s.
The view from our tiny hotel room.
The size of the hotel elevator- haha! The maximum capacity is 4 people.
Our 8 hour layover was in Berlin, Germany. We opted for a bus tour but fell asleep on the bus’ upper deck for half of the tour. Darn jet lag!