Now add an "e" in between the "bon" and the "jour" and say it with a Julia Child tone. You are now privy to my exact butchering of the French language. Needless to say, it is only one of two French words in my entire arsenal of french vocabulary. Come to think of it, I think Bonejour is a dog store in Philadelphia. Happy to see I inquired my phenomenal pronunciation from a pet store in Olde City.
This past weekend, we discovered that one can only mask being an American in Paris for so long when the first word you're required to say sounds like it evolved from another planet. However, we only felt very American in Paris until Tim overheard a southerner at the hotel check-in say very loudly and proudly "MERCY, MERCY" to the receptionist. [insert Merci, Merci for those non-french speaking individuals] After that, we considered ourselves seasoned Europeans. I mean, I now call undergarments by their proper name - pants. This coming after a bit of an embarrassing tailoring conversation last week. But that's for another day...
We had a great time in Paris - what a beautiful city filled with rich culture, architecture and the best macarons on the planet. Eating an entire baguette for dinner (not to mention loads of cheese, charcuterie, red wine and grapes) has never been more appealing. Even Charlotte got in on the culinary action with a Croissant. Aside from eating, we saw some of the major attractions the city has to offer - beautiful gardens, The Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe and the Louvre. A few pics to document Charlotte's first "holiday" are below.
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| Laduree, mmm macarons |
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| Eiffel Tower |
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| dinner in our hotel room |
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| boat tour on the Seine |
