Paris: The B Side

I never tire of this city. Each time is like the first time. Every time the train pulls into Gare du Nord, I feel my stomach do light flip flops in echoes of the heavier ones they did eight years ago when I got off that Eurolines bus from Leuven. And each time I drop … Continue reading

Mother Takes the ‘A’ Train

And the very early Eurostar will get you to Paris in a hurry. On Day 56 of our 64 day Summer of Mum we ran off to Paris. My cousin maintains that Paris is too filthy for words or his presence and when I am not there I hold it in my memory all shiny, happy and … Continue reading