Our tapas-dining friend recommended a visit to the Place de Vosges, one of the oldest squares in Paris. (Hard not to dream of which charming roofline you'd most like to dwell beneath!) While my husband Robert, nephew Anthony and niece Olivia napped on the grass, I finally managed to have a really good heart-to-heart with my brother (under the clipped allees of linden trees). Robert snapped this shot of me with Olivia sitting by the fountain - I wish you could see her better, she's the cutest!

In that neighborhood, we also visited the Shoah/Holocaust memorial. My cousin was there in April, and had sent photos of our family's name on the memorial wall, but it was extraordinarily moving to be with my brother and his kids and to see those names in person. Our family came from Poland, not France - but we believe those names belong to distant relations, whose branch of the family had earlier left Poland for France. I have been in email contact with a Parisian who shares our surname, but he was away during our visit.
I think the better photos were my brother's - but he's back in Sweden, and it's much easier to nag my darlin' at home
Love,
Sara
p.s. - the SpellCheck here is pretty good! I should use it more often (I used to be the queen of perfect spelling, typing, and grammar, and I'm blaming my current error-prone nature on MC, rather than aging...).

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Barbara