France, Je T’aime

We’ll always have Paris,” Rick (Humphrey Bogart) tells a distraught Ilsa (Ingrid Bergman) near the end of Casablanca (1942).

Ah, Paris. You’re in my heart with so many memories of the city and country now rattled by terrorist attacks.

We lived in London between 1982-87, and made our first trip to Paris one Christmas. We stayed in the apartment of my husband’s colleague. Armed with the Plan de Paris—the street by street guide, complete with maps, we walked everywhere, loving the city’s beauty- its bridges, churches, art, and food. Give me a mocha éclair and I’m happy.

Bought on our first trip to Paris.

Bought on our first trip to Paris.

We returned again the next year, this time staying at a centrally located one-star hotel recommended by a friend. One star lived up to its name—cockroaches greeted us in the sink, and the mattress sunk to the floor. But we were young, and the city beckoned.

When pregnant with my first child, we took the hydrofoil from Dover to Calais, and drove to Rouen, the medieval city where Joan of Arc was tried for heresy. Though my London-based obstetrician cleared me to travel, the French didn’t agree I should be on the boat for the return trip. We convinced them after much discussion and I made it safely back to the UK.

Another trip, we toured the battlefields of Normandy, this time along with our 6-month -old son. The French love babies; we were welcomed everywhere.

Years later, we brought the three children to the Loire Valley, where we visited castle after castle.

We celebrated our 30th anniversary in the Dordogne, 232323232fp54396>nu=35;6>295>253>26-729534425-ot1lsi on our bicycles in 2012. W’ve been talking about a return trip for our 35th, and hope to explore a different part of this gorgeous, bike-friendly, nation.

There aren’t enough words to address the terrorist situation. We’ve grown complacent, 14 years after 9/11, grumbling about taking off our shoes at the airport. I remember that day crystal clear. I lost a wonderful neighbor, who left behind a wife and three children under 8. I was teaching at the local middle school then and I cried  during homeroom. Students were asking me questions. I didn’t have answers. I told them to be the best they can be to make the world a better place.

I’m not sure that’s enough. If the world’s cities and cultures are to be preserved from madness, action must be taken.


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10 Responses to France, Je T’aime

  1. Kathleen Jackson says:

    What painting? So awful.


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  2. I’m sure that those first trips to Paris were amazing for the two of you and that you will always remember.

    Last Friday was sickening.

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  3. ShimonZ says:

    That’s a beautiful picture of the two of you with your bikes!


  4. So heartbreaking, what has happened in beautiful Paris. It is uplifting to reamember the sweet moments and, especially to share them, to be positive and inspire hope in this dark time. And, yes, action must be taken. The terrorist situation, in France and globally, is out of control.

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  5. Drjcwash says:

    So beautiful. Thank you Lisa. I have not been to Paris yet. It is on my “I am gonna do it” list. I have always had the romantic notion of just being there. My heart has been so heavy just thinking about this. Paris will heal but all the hate is still out there.

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  6. Such great memories, Lisa. Paris is a wondrous city indeed. I’m heartbroken when I think how some people just want to spoil everything with their hatred and love of violence.


  7. Yes, diplomacy is unheard of with these barbarians. Love the idea of an anniversary trip!


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