Parisian Daydreams

This morning, while watching Tom and Jerry with my son, the  title of the episode caught my eye: Touché, Jerry. Indeed, much to my delight, the episode was set in Paris. I sunk into the couch and focused my gaze on the screen. As Jerry Mouse swashbuckled his way across the animated cobblestone streets, my son giggled and I spun into a Parisian daydream.

The animated portrayal of the city had me sojourning. I yearned for a pain aux chocolate, a cafe aux lait.  I am admittedly a Francophile, and have a great affinity for Paris in particular. I love the city: the fashion, the art, the cuisine, the architecture. I love sitting at a sidewalk café for hours, sipping cappuccino, people-watching, and writing. I love to lose myself in the sights and sounds of Paris.

Sadly, it’s been two years since I was last in France. Le sigh. It was one of my most favorite trips. We stayed in a rented apartment near the Opéra Bastille, shopped the farmers’ markets and picnicked along the Seine at dusk with baguettes and dry rosé. We went to the ballet, the Centre Pompidou, the d’Orsay; in the evenings, gazed at the glittering Eiffel Tower. If only my 18 month-old could handle the nine hour flight from Los Angeles to Paris… I guess in the meantime I’ll settle for photographs.

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Ashley Fauset

Ashley is a party planner, classically trained dancer, grammar enthusiast and coffee aficionado. She lives in Los Angeles with her musician husband and their hammy two-year-old, and shares her tales of mama-hood at Silver Lake Mom.

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