A Place Like This

Tag: Paris

  • Meanwhile Back at the Casbah

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    Valarie Budayr
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    While still in Paris, one day we decided to go for Moroccan food. All of us are huge couscous fans and we had heard that this little place was like stepping back in time. As I was trying to have a conversation with my family, I couldn't help but notice that my children were very…

  • To the Palace of Versailles

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    Valarie Budayr
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    He had that look in his eye. The one where a bevy of questions are about to be unleashed.   "Mom, is Chateau de Versailles just a metro stop or is there a palace there?"  O asked. " Oh,there's an incredible palace there. Remember the French revolution sites we visited? This is the Palace that…

  • Eiffel’s Tower

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    Valarie Budayr
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    Though we are back from Paris, I haven't yet finished sharing the most magical moments of that trip. The initial reason I started blogging was to save moments my family and I shared. It came from a place of longing, wishing I had captured the incredible moments with my family growing up. So that my…

  • Up On The Roof Top

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    Valarie Budayr
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    As Emily and I went roaming around Paris discovering the most amazing knit shop, and having coffee and molten lava cake at the Louvre, nothing could have prepared us for our re-entry into our domestic bliss.  "Mom, the girls were on the roof and they could have killed themselves. Why didn't you tell them not…

  • Locked on the Bridge of Love

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    Valarie Budayr
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    I was teaching my sweet daughter the art of the flanneur.  Flanneur in French means to stroll and it's one of the things I love to do the most when I'm in Paris. As we were strolling along the Seine, I noticed this tree, the same tree that spits out hundreds of little spikey pods…

  • This Evening in Paris

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    Valarie Budayr
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  • To The Tower

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    Valarie Budayr
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    Happy Valentine's Day from the city of love, Paris. "And the cathedral was not only company for him, it was the universe; nay, more, it was nature itself. He never dreamed that there were other hedgerows than the stained glass windows in perpetual bloom. Other shade than that of the stone foilage always budding, loaded…

  • Temple of Storytellers and Thinkers

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    Valarie Budayr
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      Have you ever passed something a thousand times and never even thought of entering to see what's inside? The Pantheon is such a building for me. The art of passing such an edifice was an integral part of my Paris routine.  It was only during this visit as I was walking to the market that…

  • Paris:: The Best Things in Life Never Change

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    Valarie Budayr
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    As the metro stop "Luxembourg" approached, I felt this little momentary need to scream. As in exhilarating moment of excited inner bliss sort of screaming.  Here I was in Paris, almost ready to get off in the "neighborhood", almost ready to get off and say hello to a glimmer of my life that I had loved so…