My trip to Paris was, for the most part, a waste.
I was fourteen years old and bored with everything, not least of all, traveling with my mother. I do have pictures somewhere … I don’t think I’m in any of them because what bored teeny-bopper wants to have their picture taken with their mom? What I do remember about the trip:
My very first croissant. And boy, was I in love.
My first bidet. No, I didn’t try it, because ewww!! (I was fourteen.)
Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower through the window of a tour bus.
Being driven to our hotel with a woman cab driver who had her German Shepard in the front seat with her.
Being the only one who knew how to speak French out of myself, my mom, and her friend who we were traveling with.
Did I mention stairs?
Were I to go now, as an adult, I’m positive I’d colossally appreciate it.
As for the stairs? I’ve been to Japan. It can’t be worse for stairs than that. Can it?
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