Just after our son was born, we flew to London to spend Christmas with family and counted our pennies in the New Year to see if we could afford some time in Europe. We ferried across the Channel in the pouring rain and landed for our big adventure: two brothers and their wives and three small children between us. What we lacked in money (which was lots) we made up for in enthusiasm.....
In Paris we booked into a miniature pension and our room was not much bigger than the bed. Somewhere we fitted a porta-cot, bags and baby stuff. Our room was on the third floor and when we opened the long thin french doors our view was of the internal circular courtyard where every room had a wrought iron balcony decorated with little bits of washing. The outside walls were crazed and dusty grey, the iron was probably rusted, but it was like nothing I had ever seen before and I loved it instantly.
Listening to Eartha Kitt "C'est si bon" and going to find the old photo album to see what pictures I took....
