Monday, May 28, 2012
Colette officially became French today (she is, of course, already American). This is her passport photo. Going to the French Consulate is like stepping off Fifth Avenue into the magic wardrobe that takes you straight to Paris. I guess all consulates are like that - they are literally the territory of their respective country - but down to the accents of the people who work there, the television station (with the Prévisions météorologiques à 9 jours sur toutes les villes de France) and the precise bureaucratic pleasantries Xavier knew to speak - we were in Paris. It is funny to look at little baby Colette and wonder which culture will "take" and which parts of each will "hold." I hope the best parts (and I have some specific ideas on what those are).