Thursday, August 1, 2013

Paris with Teens

When they were six and seven I promised my niece, Maya and granddaughter, Zoë I would someday take them to Paris. Well, the time had come: now 17 and nearly 18, the two were ready.  So for the past year I poured myself into preparing for this adventure: Paris with Teens.  What fun, a chance to see Paris again through young and fresh eyes!  Well, I had a lot to learn and that I did, mostly fun, all enlightening on the world of today's teens, and some frustrating moments, but not enough to ruin what turned out to be a "formidable" (French word for wonderful, not formidable) adventure.

The trip started out with some trepedations as I learned the week before that my granddaughter Zoë had come down with a bad sore throat, passed off by an Urgent Care doctor as just a slight throat infection which could be treated with a simple antibiotic and surely be cleared up by our departure date a week later. We were to fly to Pennsylvania first to pick up her cousin, my niece, Maya and after three days there we would make the big "puddle jump" over the Atlantic and wing our way to Paris. Well, the best laid plans----A day before departure, I got a call that Maya had stepped on glass and couldn't walk very well. I was beginning to think our trip was jinxed but my positive nature, told me to ignore any trepidations and continue as planned---until the second day in Harrisburg when Zoë awoke with her throat nearly closed off it was so swollen. My sister-in-law, Cindy and I rushed her to Urgent Care and the throat culture proved she had mononucleosis---oh, dear, what to do now. With hasty calls back and forth to Dawn, my daughter, Zoë's mother, we began to think of cancelling the trip. I had luckily secured trip insurance just a couple weeks prior and tried to assure the girls we would be able to do it next summer. The doctor said Zoë's throat would be better in three days once the prescribed Prednisone kicked in.  She would be tired and need rest periods.  Cindy took Maya into her podiatrist and after some minor surgery, the glass was removed from her heel and Maya learned how to change the dressings. With the girls upbeat spirit I couldn't bear to disappoint them and so on June 13th, my brother drove us to Dulles airport in Virginia and we departed on our much awaited Parisian holiday.

Click on the slideshow of our trip to Paris:

All went well on the airplane:  Zoë slept through much of it and both girls spent time on their ipods. Note: I had asked that they not bring any "devices" and the parents backed me up on this. It seems we overlooked something and both girls had their ipods. This proved to be a distraction. I had tried to rev them up for studying some French on the flight, a word list I had prepared ahead of time and to look over the itinerary.  My thought had been to make it fun and prep them for what was ahead. Both girls had taken French in school but admitted not to being able to remember much or speak the language, not unusual.  I hoped the trip would give them new incentive to continue their studies of the language, and open the door to the wonders of foreign travel, something I knew both sets of parents supported.

We arrived early the following day and managed to get a taxi at the airport, too tired to try going by the local RER( a suburban train that takes passengers into the city from the airport).  We arrived at the door of our rented apartment in the 11th arrondissement (neighborhood), and excitedly climbed the circular staircase to the third level (the girls loved the staircase though we all whined about carrying our suitcases after a sleepless night).  We opened the door to our Paris Pad---a charming, newly remodeled and cozy apartment with bright colors, a clever pull down bed ( a modern version of a Murphy bed) in the living room and a futon couch bed in the small bedroom, plenty of room for the three of us. The kichenette was well equipped and came with a bottle of wine on the counter,which Maya eyed. She   asked "Aunt Sherry could I just have a sip for dinner---Daddy lets me." We had a discussion about the merits of being allowed a little wine with the family from time to time so that it would not be forbidden thus tempting to overindulge with friends before legal drinking age. Though this had been Gary's and my policy when raising our teen daughters, also,  I wanted to respect both sets of parents' rules. It was clear Zoë didn't feel comfortable with this, so we adopted a "maybe the last night policy" with a sip or two for Maya with dinner.  If that sounds contradictory just trust me and the girls: no one got  drunk and we had a fun and interesting conversation discussing  boundaries.

Day one was wonderful, as we three stolled down the Paris streets, discovering our local boulangerie (French bakery) where we would buy our daily baguettes and croissants, sometimes a fluffy pastry and macaroons(the newly fashionable and multi-flavored ones).  I taught the girls the French word for "to stroll,"  flaner,  and they more than once told me that  to flaner was one of their favorite things to do. They quickly picked up how the Metro (the underground subway)worked and maneuvered very well in and out of Paris street traffic (tourist season had begun). We visited the Notre Dame but avoided the long lines to go inside and the girls decided seeing it from the outside, especially the beautiful flying buttresses in the rear, was satisfactory. Though I had a detailed itinerary for each day, I told them ahead of time that it was up to them what we did and didn't do---that I would only guide them when I felt they might miss some highlight they would regret later. I had purchased Paris Pass tickets, which allowed us to avoid museum lines, gave us free entry or discounts at most sites, the a boat trip on the Seine and the big Red Bus that traverses the city showing off the main points of interest.  I regretted this purchase as I learned that being 17 or younger allows free entrance to most sights anyway and, also the limitation of having to use our tickets in 4 consecutive days put too much pressure on us. Oh, well, live and learn. Each night after dinner which we had fun preparing in our Paris pad kitchen, the girls would pour over the guidebook and my pre-made itinerary telling me what their priorities were. With some minor adjustments due to times various museums and sites were closed and open and transportation considerations, I was able to honor most of their wishes.

With Zoë's tiredness due to Mono the Red bus tour was a blessing. We could get off and on when we wanted. One of our first stops was the Arc de Triomphe (Etoile). From there we strolled the Champs Elysees to the Place de Concorde with its huge Egyptian obelisk. Seeing the Louvre at the end of the Tuileries gardens, with it's so often photographed I.M. Pei glass pyramid was a reward after the long walk.  Both girls liked the picnics we prepared each day, allowing us to save time and money we would waste in restaurants, to eat when and where we wanted and  to have more time outdoors observing people, watching the street performers and taking the Paris "scene." Another favorite was stopping for a dessert crèpe at the numerous concessions (this became an obsession for Maya who loved her crèpe spread with gooey Nutella chocalate sauce---Zoë and I teased her about her needing her daily crèpe fix once she tasted her first one).

The third day proved to be one of the most challenging: Zoe awoke covered in a red rash all over her body and face. Both Maya and I were aghast and of course, worried. I immediately was able to get an appointment with a local doctor through the pharmacy just a block from our apartment. It turned out she had a drug reaction: one is never to mix amoxycillin, the anti-biotic she was on for the sore throat, with Prednisone prescribed for the Mono.  I had asked about this at the Urgent Care facility in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania and was told she should continue both prescriptions. I'll leave it to readers to decide  whether or not to always question Urgent Care recommendations when in doubt.  Poor Zoë ---she was a trooper and though humiliated to wear her cute parisian wardrobe of skirts and dresses and choosing instead to cover her rash infested body with pants and long sleeve shirts, she didn't give up but continued to walk the streets of Paris, take the metro and generally push herself to soak up all of the amazing city. I admired her forbearance.

Visiting the Louvre was eye-opening---its huge galleries and hundreds of works of art overwhelmed the girls as I worned them it would and they agreed later that the smaller Musée D'Orsay with its vast impressionist collection was more pleasureable, though in the end they chose stolling the streets over museum hopping.  They loved stopping at local street markets and purveying the beautiful displays of fresh veggies and fruits, stopping occasionally at a small street side cafe for citron pressé (the French version of fresh lemonade), stepping into cute boutiques to browse or occasionally shop for shoes or a  dress. They were good about not making "shopping" their main goal each day and happy that we could fit it in around other sights---mostly enjoying picking up gifts for family and friends. For the most part they were very selective and chose to stay away from things that were tourist "junk". One of our most fun shopping experiences was visiting the famous English book store, librarie in French, Shakespeare and Company, on the Left Bank opened by Sylvia Beach, an impassioned reader and free thinker, for the  post WWI Lost Generation. We had a mission, to find Maya's dad, my brother, Todd, a copy of one of Hemingway's famous novels. This led to our exploration of the shelves packed with stimulating books (both girls love to read for which I am so happy ) and Zoë searched for an appropriate book for her mother.  It was touching for me to be a part of Zoë's thoughtful decision: an original rendition of Romeo and Juliet by Shakespeare; she knew her mother loved this play in her days as a drama major at the Uof O.  

A highlight was the night we took the boat up the Seine, observing the city from its famous river, watching the people stroll the quais and the lights go on around the various sites ending at the Tour Eiffel, aglow in sparking luminescense. The girls were delighted and I was, too, as I listened to the accompanying music of old songs by Edith Piaf and Maurice Chevalier---Voila, I was still in love with Paris!

Noteworthy, too was our day in Giverny visiting Monet's Garden. We awoke early, made our way to Gare St. Lazare and took the 45 minute train ride to the small town of Vernon where we boarded a navette, a bus for the gardens and small village of Giverny.  Walking amongst the gorgeous array of flowers and following the paths to the waterlilly pond and overhanging Japanese bridge, the girls and I grew heady with the beauty of it all. Maya and Zoë later said this was one of their favorite days as we sleepily descended the train and etro to walk back to our apartment.

The grand finale, the night before the girls' departure, we went to dinner at a charming Parisian restaurant and started with an aperitif followed by a three course French meal. The girls ordered French onion soup with it's guyere cheese and bread topping and we all had a delicious fish dish for our main course. We toasted Maya as it was her birthday the next day.  I felt a bittersweetness of having to send them home but looking forward to the next leg of my trip back to France, on the 50th anniversary of my original arrival there right after college: it was 1963 and I had my first job at an American Military base in Poitiers, in the southwest of France, as a civilian employee. It was to be a major turning point in my life and one for which I am forever grateful. The next blog will be about my reunion with my French girlfriend along with an old college roommate and our adventures in other regions of France. Join me.

1 comment:

  1. Oh, Sher ~ I was fascinated by your account of your trip with these adventuresome young women. Your post reminded me of my visit to Paris many years ago, too. Can't wait to read the next installment. Thank you! xoAnnis