elle dreams of paris

Hi this is nadia from la porte rouge i am so excited for the opportunity to share a post here with you, thank you for having me deb!
well we all remember our first trip to paris or at least played what it would be like to be in paris over and over in our heads, that it almost feels like we have been there. I remember my first visit, my second and third...but every-time i get of the plane it always feel like my first time, yet also home.

I talk about paris with my niece elle often. i hope to be able to take her on her first trip. i can not wait to see it through her eyes. I remember how it forever changed me, became part of my makeup. I matured there , perhaps came into my own. I would walk for hours and hours. I remember coming across Camille Claudel's home i sat there in front of it thinking of her impressed and saddened by her fate. I was fortunate to have been shown some wonderful places and i got to stay in some epic chateaus( merci tante vicky) I remember being taken to the best of restaurants at least twice a day, but my favorite of all meals was when i protested to my aunt and said please can we stay in "pour le diner", we had a baguette, my first taste of goat cheese, how had i not had this before..grapes..that was paris to me. there was a cafe over looking the carousel up on the hill, my first paris chocolat chaud, the wind blew hard that day yet i remember every detail, the table cloth, the waiter, the sounds of cups being cleared and laughter. I could fill page after page with my memories of paris.

I took some photographs of elle when i told her i would be writing a post for Bon Bon Oiseau " i like that name auntie" she said,   "me to very much"

grand bisou deb!!!