Saturday, October 31, 2009

Old School Chums are the Best!

Us at Camp Niwana 1976
Molly, last weekend

I took a trip to Paris... alone... last weekend to visit meet up with an old chum from my grade school days - Molly.

We reconnected through Facebook and when she was going to be over here on business, we decided to meet up in Paris.

We've known each other since 4th grade on Bainbridge Island. We were in campfire girls together and we were in 5th grade together but we really haven't talked much since grade school so I was a little nervous to venture to another country to see her.

When I finally did meet her in front of the Louvre I was a distracted mess - after arriving in Paris, I could not find my subway in the Gard du Nord (train station) to get into downtown and while I was wandering in circles looking for it, I somehow lost (or was robbed of) 100 euro.

I discovered my lack of cash while in the taxi that I finally resorted to to get downtown. Thank goodness I had an extra 10 euro in my purse to pay the driver because otherwise I was, at that point, penniless.

oh yeh, it was raining too.

So, by the time I met Molly I was sort of a befuddled mess but determined to have a good time dammit!
It was great to see her. She's exactly the same, just fast-forward 30-some years. We had emailed previously about possibly visiting some tourist sites during our visit... did not happen. We just ended up going to lunch (a very long and wine-y lunch) and eating and drinking and dredging up old stories/memories.

Molly has a great and exciting job in Los Angeles so hearing about that was riveting. She also has kept in touch with a different group of friends than I have so I got news on classmates I haven't heard of in years - it was so FUN!!!

After our three-hour lunch we walked back from the Champs Elysees through the richy-rich stores like Louis Vuitton, Channel, Jil Sanders - I took pictures, as you can see.

It was a beautiful fall day and we hit the River Seine, crossed it and hung out on rue de Cler at another cafe. We yacked and drank some more until it was time to pour me back on my train back to Belgium.

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