Ally, FPM

Sainte-Chapelle and Senior Photos

Today we went to Saint-Chapelle and waited in precisely zero lines to get inside. The Paris Pass is totally worth it.

We moved from there to Senior photos. By October, Ally has to submit her Senior photos for her last year of high school. We have spoken forever about taking these in Paris.

After much discussion, we decided to head back to the Pyramides at the Louvre. I had originally said no to this because of the crowds. But, Ally really had her heart set on it. And, when she has her heart set on something, I try to make it happen.

We made it happen. I may have had to use small orange cones to block off this space, indicating that we were some sort of professional photo shoot.

Aren’t we?

–FullPlateMom, who is sorry, not sorry.

Ally, FPM

Palaces and Paris at Night

Ally and I were super brave and rode the Metro and then the BUS (I KNOW! THE BUS!) to Versailles. We’re actually not super brave to anyone but the Concierge at our hotel and I think she’s just messing with us now because we refuse to use the car service from the hotel, accept taxi help, or buy a tour.

We arrived at Versailles as it was opening and the lines for the main house were queing up.

No thanks. It was a sunny, gorgeous day. We headed straight for the gardens.

We made the correct choice. It was a GORGEOUS, sunny day. We loved every second of it.

After that, we headed to Marie Antoinette’s Palace.

**This might be the only pic of me on the entire trip. Ally prefers to shoot landscapes rather than people**

There are only so much furniture one can look at though, so we stuck to the out of doors.

We headed back to the hotel, ate and went right back out again for our river cruise! When we boarded the boat the Eiffel Tower looked like this…

As the boat docked…

Oh my gosh. This city is amazing.

And, just because we can’t have a day without a story, we had our first odd Metro experience. We now look like we know what we’re doing (I said LOOK like, because I still can’t find the subway stop a good 50% of the time) when we’re riding. We run down the stairs, glance for the number and the direction the line is headed and sprint off to our destination. The Metro here is amazing. We love it.

While waiting for our train, a man came up to us and asked us a question, only it wasn’t in English, or Spanish, or ASL. So, I’m out of luck. Those are my only language skills. I told him “Sorry, English only.” He replied something about “Brazil” and then “PortuguĆ©s?” So, I told him, in Spanish, that I only speak Spanish, and not Portuguese, at all.

He proceeded to insist that I was Brazilian and that I spoke Portuguese. Sir, I promise you, I do not. I speak only as much as Spanish and Portuguese overlap. He kept telling me I was Brazilian. I kept pointing at myself and saying “No, no soy BrasileƱa. Soy Americana. Lo siento!”

He was not having it.

So, I gave him directions, off the map on the wall, solely in Spanish. At the end, he thanked me, in Portuguese.

Y’all, I can’t make this stuff up. Ally and I have started saying “Yeah, that’s so Paris 2019.”

–FullPlateMom, who is a magnet for this stuff.

Ally, FPM

Less About the Louvre, and more about the Hair.

Today was our day to visit the Louvre. I hear this is what most people go to Paris for. Well, not us, I guess.

We started our morning thrift shopping in the Le Marais. The hotel Concierge, who is always slightly appalled by the questions I ask her, was more than slightly appalled when I asked her about where to buy the best used clothing. “You want USED clothes?” “Yes, we really of do.”

We got this for Brady, for USD $5.59, and he was quite impressed.

We got a lot more than that. We bought our clothes by the kilogram. For real. After checking out though, it began to rain. So, we ate an ice cream and waited for the rain to slow. This ice cream was special. I had eaten the same flavor, out of the same type of cone, from the same shop, when I was 16 years old and went to Paris on my high school trip. Ally found that amusing. “That makes this flavor really old.” Hush your mouth, and hope this rain stops soon, young lady. We need to go!

It stopped and we rushed back to the hotel to drop off our kilos of clothes and head off for our “preferred access tickets” for the Louvre.

Y’all, that place is nuts.

That’s the line to see Mona Lisa. I have seen her and Ally has ZERO interest in her. So, off we went to see some other cool stuff. Alas, we are not art aficionados. So, what we classified as “cool stuff” amounted to us being like “HEY! WE FOUND CATE!”

Yes, that is a statue of a naked child wrestling a…goose? We laughed endlessly about how our Goose would TOTALLY do that, took a pic with it, and moved on.

There was other cool stuff, but I likely won’t remember a whole lot of it.

Because, other stuff was the coolest. Today, Ally was brave enough to sit in an African salon and have her hair braided. That might not sound brave, but when you are forced to leave your homeland at a young age, leaving everything you know behind, it is VERY hard to confront those memories again. Today, she did.

For those of you who follow me on Facebook, she was brave enough to take you along with her in a way she felt safe with. That is a huge honor. She wants to do that for other families who have younger children living through what she has lived through. Ally has been living with us, in the U.S., for ten years now. For ten years she has lived as a Ghanaian-American with forced (by me) cultural connections.

Today, I walked behind her, saying nothing, texting her dad, and praying she would take the lead. She did. In a small, but VERY large to me, gesture, she decided to navigate the process of having her hair done in a African salon.

She is so beautiful, inside and out.

–FullPlateMom, who is so lucky to be along for the ride.

Ally, FPM

Up the Tower

This morning we started at the Centre Pompidou.

We have joked on Facebook that macaroons aren’t Ally’s thing. Well, modern art isn’t either. But, the view really couldn’t be beat.

Or, so we thought.

After we left the Centre Pompidou, we hopped the subway, and promptly got lost. We would have been fine except several lines are closed for maintenance.

Eventually, we figured it out though, much to the chagrin of our hotel concierge, who tried with everything she had to talk us OUT of riding the Metro and into using the hotel car service. Hard pass. We’re Metro girls, with 6 days worth of pre-purchased rides.

We made it to the Eiffel Tower in plenty of time for our tour. We took the extra time to walk through some residential neighborhoods near by. We fell in love, and sat in a tiny square eating some crosswinds and cheese. Perfection.

We skipped the hours long line at the tower and headed up.

The view from the top did NOT disappoint. So worth it.

And, in true Full Plate Mom fashion, there is a story to share. The second floor of the Eiffel Tower is topped with what looks like square shaped fencing. You can climb a half level and look from an unchanged view, but from the actual second floor, tempting squares of metal. These squares are, apparently, the perfect size to stick your head through.

A child next to us did it, Ally and I gasped, but thankfully, he promptly pulled his head out. Phew. The kid about 10 feet away who decided to emulate the behavior, but with a slightly larger cranium, not so lucky. Totally stuck. I watched in horror as he became panicked, his head locked into the fencing that surrounds the second floor of one of the world’s most famous monuments.

I watched for a moment, then as he began to panic and cry, I stepped over, trying to look as calm as possible, since he didn’t speak English, I simply told his wide-eyed, I’m assuming here, sister “Go get mama!” She understood, because a panicked “mama!” is practically universal. Mama came and there were exclamations between her and her adult travel companion that I couldn’t understand. There was no way to help except to offer my hand lotion. I handed it to them and they nodded. Then, I fled. I am not staying for the aftermath of an Eiffel Tower head greasing. Mostly, because it could have been me.

I could have TOTALLY been greasing my small child’s head to get them unstuck from the Eiffel Tower fencing. It could happen to any mom. Truly.

–FullPlateMom, who might still have to grease a head yet in her parenting career, one never knows.

Ally, FPM

Two Americans in Paris.

Ally and I arrived in Paris yesterday after a long, but uneventful (phew) journey.

This is the beginning of a new tradition in our house. For 16 years, we saved frequent flier miles, credit card points, and hotel points from 12 adoptions and several vacations, to make it possible for us to take each on of our kids to an international destination of their choice. We decided the summer between their Junior and Senior year of high school would be perfect timing for that trip.

For all the kids, that year begins now, and it begins with Ally.

Ally chose Paris as her destination a few years ago when we first began talking about these trips and why we were saving so intentionally for them. Paris has always appealed to her. She wanted to see the opulence, the luxury, and to enjoy the history. All of it appealed to her.

So, here we are. Just her and I, enjoying all of those things.

Since yesterday was our arrival day and we didn’t get to our hotel until shortly after noon, we spent the remainder of our day shopping. We chose the most opulent mall we could find and Ally chose three tops, that totaled $29.10 USD.

Ally may like to look at the expensive dresses, and to pass the people waiting in line for a Gucci handbag to be released, but she loves a bargain shopping. She can’t wait to visit the flea markets later in the week.

Today we oriented ourselves to the city from atop a double decker bus. We spent 6 hours being chauffeured past some of the most famous sites in the world.

We hopped on and off the bus and ate our way through both the left and right banks of the city. We are following a tour guide for James Baldwin’s Paris. We sipped coffee in the same spot he penned Go Tell It On The Mountain.

We made our last stop the Musee D’Orsay where we went in and saw some art, but stayed for the view.

–FullPlateMom, who truly believes Paris itself is art.