A French September — 4 Comments

  1. I remember a French September for a very different reason. I was leaving Elly to College to begin a year of study in Troyes. As I hugged and waved her off at the entrance it somehow had the feeling of that first day at Nursery school. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact I was returning that day to Ireland and the realisation that from there on I would be alone.

  2. It’s true that kids don’t notice the weather or the mundane distractions. My memories of childhood summer holidays are all of sunshine and happiness. I’m sure it rained a lot!

  3. I think I need my kids more than my kids need me! Our oldest did not join us for our trip to France this year – he is 18 – and I missed him the whole time.

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