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Heading to Paris. Remembering Paris. Can I go back again?

Jun 10 Posted by nancyjrab 4 Comments

I could see the Eiffel Tower out my window (take that Sarah Palin)

Tomorrow night I’m heading to Paris with my family.  I’m sure it will be a great trip.  My kids have never been to Europe.  The weather is forecast to be fine.  They’re grandparents will be with us, and are footing the bill.

But I can’t help but feel a little sad about the trip, because too many years ago to think about, I went to Paris as a twenty-something and spent two years as a broad abroad. When I lived in Paris, I had no husband, no kids, no pre-planned trips to the Eiffel Tower, or Notre Dame.  I was young, I was unencumbered; I was  — how can I put this delicately — kind of a slut.

Of course it wasn’t all rosy, There was the time I stood moronically on the metro platform waiting for the doors of the train to open, even as I watched the train pull away.  I watched two trains come and go before I realized that I had to open the doors myself. Then there was the time that I asked for solution for my contact lenses sans preservatifs, which the kindly, if bemused pharmacist explained meant “without condoms.”  There was the impossibility of wearing  sweatpants in public,  ordering- in Chinese food on a cold and rainy Sunday night. (which is kind of an ethnic imperative, as any NY Jew worth her moo-shu will tell you.)

Of course, there were bright sides to being a 20-something in Paris, too.  Just as we New Yorkers think that Parisian women are sophisticated and exciting, so did the French find it glamorous that I came from “zee beeg Apple.”  And just as American men find the French accent sexy…well, need I say more?   While I was in Paris, I took a writing course with D.

H. Thomas, I worked at a fancy art gallery on the Left Bank. On the weekends, I sang with a Bar Mitzvah Band. Seriously. In English, French, Hebrew, and Arabic.  And on Thursday nights and every other Sunday, I worked as a lounge signer in a little club in the Latin Qurater — complete with sitting on the piano where a giant Brandy Snifter was perched, waiting for tips to fill it up.  It was the only time in my life when I was consistently thought of as exotic,  intriguing, and – dare I say it – sexy.  In New York, I’m just another frizzy haired Upper West Side mom blogger.  Sexy it ain’t.

I guess on the day my kids are graduation from elementary school (today), I’m feeling nostalgic for my youth. I’m sure it’ll be fabulous to introduce my kids to the city I loved so much.  I’ll show them whe

re I lived and worked. I’ll take them on the Metro and open the door.  We’re spending a day at a cooking class held in a native Parisian’s kitchen. We’re having dinner with my old roommate and her kids.  And maybe, just maybe, for old time’s sake, I’ll pick up a microphone somewhere and belt out a few bars of La Vie en Rose.

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Filed Under: Travel Tagged With: D.H. Thomas, Eiffel Tower, France, Left Bank, lounge singer in Paris, New York City, Paris, Rive Gauche (Paris), Seine

Comments

  1. Anthony says

    June 10, 2011 at 9:07 am

    Ha… Haha! Very funny post… and learned something I didn’t know before… Paris has no ethnic food???

    Anyway… you are lucky that you are going for the second time. I haven’t even been there ONCE yet!

    Reply
    • nancyjrab says

      June 11, 2011 at 1:25 pm

      not no ethnic food – just no delivery. At least not 20 years ago!

      Reply
  2. Lisa Perez says

    June 13, 2011 at 2:35 pm

    Paris is my dream honeymoon. I hope to make it there at least once in my lifetime. Have a great trip! And just so you know, I’m just a teensy-weensy bit jealous. 😉

    Reply
  3. Gabby says

    June 15, 2011 at 1:26 pm

    Heading to Paris next week, good to know about the metro doors!
    Gabby – Customized Family/Nanny Matching Service, serving the Tri-State area, http://www.goldnannygroup.com

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