Lauren instructed me to meet her at Musee d'Orsay at 9.30 Sunday morning. I had another beautiful walk along the Seine with great views of the Alexander bridge. Lauren, Alex, and I set off to play at Tuileries gardens while the rest of the crew queued for the museum.
A decent majority of Lauren and my good talks have been on playgrounds. Sometimes when we’re leaving church, I’ll gesture to its playground with a wink and tell Lauren, “That’s where we fell in love.”
Alex palled up with a four-year-old from Hong Kong and rode the merry-go-round with his family. Mary Poppins made carousels magical, and this one was especially fantastic.
We admired some water lilies at l’Orangerie, lunched, and took in more of the city on foot. Charlotte joined us as we meandered toward Gare de Lyon. We explored a vintage shop, drooled over desserts, and brainstormed what I should buy my family from Paris. She suggested keychains and snowglobes. I chose strawberry jam. She told me that now Paris feels like home to her.
We all have our own definitions of home. It was time for me to return to Freiburg. Not home but home base for now.