Paris + Colette. I am having pangs of occasional guilt for trimbaler-ing (to borrow a verb from French) Colette this much. But this trip is family, starting with Xavier's sister Marie and Colette's cousins Jules and Louise. Marie always said to me about her children that she knew them when they arrived - like their presences were ones with which she was already very familiar. Her words rang so true when I first laid eyes on Colette. It is like that when meeting a baby in a family too - Marie recognized Colette and Colette recognized Marie too - her baby tiger noises and sprawling grin said so. Maybe she recognized the city too - since cities have recognizable souls as well.
Of course Colette was delighted to see her lovely sister, Marguerite, once again and was lucky enough to watch a performance this morning at her school - 80 kindergarteners singing away in French chorus (some more enthusiastically than others it would seem). The songs were all, apparently, classics - none of which I knew. I'm glad Colette will know these songs as classics too. The big sister will be with us all month - lucky us.
One of the cutest things at Marguerite's school ("Maternelle" in France - for kids ages 3-6) is the nap room:
Can you imagine the ataxia nap time must be? (But that is the American speaking...the French have it under control - just look at those beds...a post for another time).
2 comments:
It's fun to see France again on your blog Em. It's like old times.
The kindergarten resting room reminds me of
"In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines
lived twelve little girls in two straight lines...."
Wonderful!
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