Making it to Paris in time for les Verts’s visit was arguably the biggest concern we had in terms of the timing of our move here.  Many months before we landed on this distant shore, Nez’s dad had asked whether we were 99% sure we were moving to Paris or 100% sure.  Only if the answer were the latter would he proceed with les Verts’s travel plans.  Being eternally optimistic and a bit bombastic, we did not hesitate to respond, “100%.”  We arrived in Paris with our suitcases a mere 12 days ahead of Nez’s sister and her family.  

Click here for a full account of les Verts’ romp through Paris and Versailles, otherwise known in the Parisdise circle as, “When les Verts go marching in.”

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The sisters of travel.  Joie and Nez stood at the midway point between the Château and our picnic destination.  One seems to think, “How nice?”  The other, “Stop taking my picture and find me a spot for lunch.”
 

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