Paris at Christmastime!

Although we lived there for two years, I can never get enough of Paris!


And while we didn’t spend the actual day of Christmas there, we did get to go back late last week and early this week at Christmas-time … to take Scotty’s parents on a whirlwind tour of Lulu’s stompin’ – make that toddlin’ – grounds from her good-old-days!

See, there they are with Lulu at the Eiffel Tower.


And here we are too.


Apparently once you’ve lived there, you don’t even care if the quintessential photo of “Family by the Eiffel Tower” isn’t so iconic: really, I promise that’s the tower behind us, but there was also a heavy fog behind us that day too.

We took the grandparents past Lulu’s first nursery.  To our favorite bakeries.  To the Cirque d’Hiver, or Winter Circus.  Even braving the crowds in front of Galleries Lafayette and Printemps to see the elaborate holiday window displays.

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To the maneges, or carousels, that Lulu had adored as a toddler.  All the while, it remained rainy and overcast.


But, they say you don’t go to Paris for the weather… and indeed it was pouring and fait beaucoups de vents, or blowing like crazy, when we arrived another day to show them Notre Dame.


If you squint, you can see that that’s Lulu in the plastic-wrapped pousette, or stroller.  (By the way, the crèche – or nativity scene –  inside France’s most famous church was made by an Italian artisan.  Considering all the terrific presepi  or nativity scenes here in our home of Arezzo, it’s not surprising.  Italians really seem to have a lock on making these elaborate dioramas.  There’s even a life-sized one at our Duomo here. But I digress.)

Fortunately the weather did cooperate on the two most important days we had planned.

One was our now-regular reunion with her old (can you be old at five and six years old?!) playmate, Alec.  When Lulu was three and Alec was four, his mom and I got them together at a different park around Paris almost every week.

Sunday found them back together again.


Scrambling up the rock climbing wall at our former neighborhood Park Georges Bressens with more dexterity than ever before.


Jumping on a music-making machine.


And, in spite of the language differences (Lulu’s French has long given way to Italian) – just being kids.   It was great.


But what was probably the greatest of all – and arguably least Parisian – was our long-awaited pilgrimage to Disneyland!


Homage to Lulu’s latest Princess heroine.


Tigger Encounter.


Chipmunk love: Is this Chip or Dale? (I know. Do you? 😉 )


Cinderella’s Coach.


Lulu couldn’t pull the sword from the stone.


But she did get a special tête-à tête with Pere Noel, er, Father Christmas, wait, is it Babbo Natale? How ’bout good old Santa Claus!


Anyway, it was well worth it.  Even the weather cooperated.

At least for Paris.


Bisous and Baci and Happy Holidays everyone!

With love,


P.S. Hope your holidays are going wonderfully.  Go any place special? Doesn’t have to be far- just somewhere dear to the heart.  Cheers!


7 thoughts on “Paris at Christmastime!

    1. Thank you so much. Paris really is enchanting around the holidays. But, frankly, I adore any city that is twinkling in lights. What can I say?! Thank you so much for reading and especially for writing! Un abbraccio. Gina!


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