Whether I’m stepping away from my laptop or putting away my pen and notepad, I still find myself thinking about my stories. I have an extremely hard time shutting down my writing brain.
But this past week, I decided to do a temporary shut down—or at least put my writing brain in a kind of semi-pause mode. We were in Paris for my seven-year old’s spring break, and I just wanted to step away from mice, witches, wolves, pigs and peacocks, and absorb everything around me.
I love Paris. I lived in Paris and Normandy for a number of years when I was a child, not to mention my stepmother is from Brittany, so going back to Paris is very personal. It feels like going home. And when I’m there, I have these wonderful flashbacks to my childhood—learning how to ride my bike on Rue de Bellechase, watching the puppet show in the Tuileries, and trekking to Joe Allen’s for burgers and apple pie. What can I say, we were still Americans. 🙂 And I keep hoping that when my son looks back at his childhood, he’ll have his own cherished memories of Paris.
On the Seine
For this trip, we rented an apartment in my old hood, the 7th arrondissement, down the block from my old school, and within walking distance to the Eiffel Towel and the Tuileries. The location could not have been better.
My old school
We did a bunch of touristy things—went to the top of the Eiffel Tower, visited the Catacombs, took a ride on the Bateau Mouche, and did a world-wind tour of the Pompidou Centre.
View of Notre Dame from Bateau Mouche
At the Musée Grevin, the wax museum, I got the chance to catch up with my friend, Gerard Depardieu, and my husband managed to practice some of his karate moves with Jackie Chan. My son also enjoyed learning about the process of making a wax figure.
Me and Gerard Depardieu
Michael and Jackie Chan
And when in Paris, we naturally indulged in the food. How can you not? We pretty much ate our way from arrondissement to arrondissement, and not once did we cheat from our Nutella banana crepe-a-day diet! 🙂
But the highlight of the trip was catching up with old friends and visiting the Luxembourg Gardens. In the Luxembourg Gardens, there’s an enclosed supervised play area. It costs a few euros to enter. The play area has climbing structures and jungle gyms for kids of all ages, including a replica of the Eiffel Tower, for the seven and older crowd. To my delight, my son started playing with a group of three or four children. I was hopeful he’d pick up some French words or at least try to use the few that he knew. But then I heard the mother of one of the kids yell out, “Speak French with the little boy,” and one of the kids shouted back, “But he speaks English!” Turns out they were from New York too.
And while I was watching my son play, my writing brain started up again. But instead of drifting to my old stories, I started to think of new ones. So, perhaps a vacation, even a temporary one, wasn’t such a bad idea after all.