Paris July 2015

For some reason the only country on my itinerary that I was a bit skeptical about coming to was France. There was some irony in this because it was also the country that I wanted to visit the most.

For as long as I could remember my mother gushed on and on about France. Even before she first stepped foot on French soil she was a Francophile. She read books about France, took French language courses and was a Juila Child fan who owned her own copy of the Joy of French Cooking. When we were kids my sisters and I thought our mother’s obsession was pretty hilarious and we would often tease and laugh at her. The thing was, my mother’s passionate about all things French was infectious. So, how could I have grown up in that household and not want to visit the country that placed my mother under its spell? Read more