So many lovely memories of Paris floated back for me when I saw this shot of the President Obama and Malia inside the Pompidou Centre.
This is a charming shot. I hope Malia and her sister treasures their memories of this family trip in Europe.
Our little flat in the 3rd Arron. sat next to the Pompidou. I passed it every day on my way to class for my Global Journalism Seminar.
In the mornings, I’d nibble on a croissant and sip an espresso at the cafe around the corner from the Pompidou. At night, Mark and I found a bar near the Pompidou. I read Hemingway’s “A Movable Feast,” and sipped a white Russian.
I loved Paris.
Can’t wait to go back…some day.