Good Americans, when they die, go to Paris. ~Thomas Gold Appleton
Brunch at Café Le Piquet and a stroll through the 7th arrondissement with our brilliant and inspiring friend Katie, whom we met when we taught English together in Japan almost 8 years ago (Gasp! Has it been that long?)
Saint-Germain-des-Prés
Église Saint-Sulpice
He's the best to chuckle with
Future French national football team training in front of the Pantheon
La rue Saint-Étienne-du-Mont in the 5th arrondissement
View of the Notre-Dame from Pont de l'Archevêché
Notre-Dame de Paris, again
Pont Marie
French speaking animals
Scenes of Montmartre
Colors of Montmartre
Carrousel at Jardins du Trocadéro
Last morning in Paris
The plaque and Vel' d'Hiv Monument. We should neither accept nor forget.
See you next time, mon Paris! Until then. . .
3 comments:
"Great Americans, when they die, go to Stone Harbor, or Kiawah, or Vienna, or Sendai, or wherever else their family resides and play with multilingual animals." ~ Lydia Criss Mays
"Best Americans, when they die, go to Lilly's dog bet and give ear rubs and get kisses." ~ Lilly Criss Mays
"What's the question?" ~ Buddy Criss Mays
Fred, you're pictures are spectacular. Inspiring. Kind. And beautiful.
LOVE the fact that we KINDA get to celebrate your 30th birthday with you. Your pictures are so good. Esp. love the ones with you and your sweet hubby.
Happy 30th my dear. We love you.
I love a bright blue sky in Paris! Great pics! I've got some friends headed to Vienna this summer - I referred them to your blog!
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