I blame it on Paris...

Mother and son travelled to Paris last week, separately.
I went on my own, Connor went on a school trip.
It was his first time, my fifth time.
He was well looked after...and I got lost...kind of.
There is more to the story. I will tell
it via our pictures. :)

 I blame it on Paris...
for being so enchanting 
that it distracted me, beckoning me down 
one street after another...all day long.

Connor's Eiffel Tower

Jeanne's Secret Garden

I blame it on Paris...
for having such delicious food
that it tempted me on more than one occasion.

Jeanne..afternoon tea at Mariage Freres
(writing postcards).

I blame it on Paris...
for having so many wonderful shops that I could not 
help but wander for hours on end.

Jeanne wishes she had bought the bird lamp. :)

I blame it on Paris..
for having such a lovely hotel, 
that I found it hard to pull myself away.

The lovely....Hotel Bourg Tibourg ( here and here)

I blame in on Paris...
for being so distracting that I left behind, in my hotel, 
all my computer accessories including my one and only 
hard drive with all my photos.

Jeanne's study in cafe chairs

I blame it on Paris...
for being so lost in thought last night that I accidentally closed 
my MacBook Air laptop on top of my pen and cracked the screen. 
My photo world has gone into a white abyss.
(major cringe and tears)

Connor's Notre Dame.

I blame it on Paris... 

Connor loves the  Louvre.

But then again, is it such a bad thing?
(all the parts except the computer)

Jeanne blue door.

I came home from Paris...
feeling rested, inspired and
happy for the moments I had on my own.

Jeanne's burst of colour on a rainy day.

I came home from Paris...
delighted with the times spent with 
the very talented Vicki Archer @ French Essence
To say these are two Aussie women are wonderful is an understatement.
They are sensational!

Jeanne contemplates a cafe.

I came home from Paris...
thankful for the opportunity to explore
with John Baxter.

John Baxter..talking about cafe society in Paris.

I came home from Paris...
a few kilos/pounds heavier for the delicious
food..but am sure all the walking I did
balanced it out. I remain optimistic on that front. :)

Connor view from the Eiffel Tower.

I came home from Paris... 
to greet my 12 year old son, Connor, with open arms.
We viewed Paris apart and found we are so very similar.
He took photos for me...and I love them all.

Connor view from a bus window.

I came home from Paris...
with a clothes that I am sure will be perfect
for our time living in Vietnam. I may have cornered
the market on linen while walking the streets of Paris,
but I am pretty sure, I will be thankful one day.

Jeanne's window shops

I came home from Paris...
not seeing everything on my list but hopeful
for the next time I visit..I know they will still be waiting for me.

Connor's view on Paris.
I got lost in Paris...and I gained so much for it.
If you ever want to lose yourself..and find yourself again.
Go to Paris...and if things go wrong, 
you can blame it on Paris. 
Not such a bad thing...don't you think?
(except for the computer part)

My Dad used to say he was 'tickled pink' when
he was delighted with something. I have to say
that I am 'tickled pink' with Connor's photos.
We had a 'play' together with the editing. I think
I may have another child...sharing a passion 
for photography. Ticked pink times three!

More from Connor....

Connor looks up...

Connor's Unknown Soldier

Connor's rainy reflections
Connor's Sacre Coeur
Connor's Paris sights

Connor's Paris..taken on his iPod
Jeanne's Paris...what remains on her iPhone

Fingers crossed my computer can be fixed and my photographs retrieved.
I wish I could say I have them backed up in several places, but I do not.
Lesson learned..back up, back up and back up and don't think about Paris
whilst closing your computer cover...and never close it on a pen!
Ah, Paris!

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