Monday, June 21, 2010

When I was seven, my family moved to a suburb outside of Paris. We lived there for ten months, until my fathers job moved us back to England.
I loved living there so much, that I have had a disillusioned sense of French pride ever since. Of all the places I have lived, I think it is still my favourite - I remember looking out of the car window in wonderment as my father drove us through Paris one night. All the lights, architecture, people and even the amount of cars on the road amazed me, especially since I was used to far more quaint qualities: the village we lived in in England had one major street named "the street"!
I like to look at the photos from that year we spent dans La Celle-Saint-Cloud in our idyllic house (my bedroom had a balcony that over looked our street! Too cute to believe, right?!), here are some of them.

Even though schools in France don't have school uniforms, I liked to wear my english school dress from time to time.

In Paris.

Ah yes, our house.

Oh wait, this was our house.

My beautiful mother, with Lilli and Michaela.

My father and I in Versailles, can you tell it was the '90's?

My sisters and I (also in the gardens of Versailles!)

My brother and sister in our sitting room.

And lastly, this image is not from France (can you tell by the five alive?) - I just find it to be an entertaining photo of my sister Michaela, bless!

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