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Paris

My first visit to Paris in 1950 - my dad's picture of my great uncle and aunt (he was on sabbatical for a year from his job as a professor of French) and in front are my little sister age 10, me age 12.5, and my mother's first cousin Ann - my great uncle was my grandmother's brother. Ann was 18,

I was in Paris again in 1964 and took a photo going up the Eiffel Tower. Some of the pictures I took then will be in Then and Now.

I was in Paris again in 2019 and here are a couple from that trip

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My first visit to Paris in 1950 - my dad's picture of my great uncle and aunt (he was on sabbatical for a year from his job as a professor of French) and in front are my little sister age 10, me age 12.5, and my mother's first cousin Ann - my great uncle was my grandmother's brother. Ann was 18,

I was in Paris again in 1964 and took a photo going up the Eiffel Tower. Some of the pictures I took then will be in Then and Now.

I was in Paris again in 2019 and here are a couple from that trip

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Handsome family, Rosalie. I bet you were a head turner, pretty girl you were.
 
I have walked in it, alone at night, no lights, just my head light, and stopped to rest on the wall. Then I found out i was resting on skulls and bones. Totally terrifying! But the next step was more terrifying as we had a baptism ceremony for students of the university. They would lift you upside down and put your head in a dirty water fountain while the ceremony committee would watch you drown..

When all was over, at around 3.00 am I left from the visitors exit, in Denfert Rosserau square, a big transit hub. No metro or bus in the night, and no taxi was stopping, as I was wet, covered in mud. I had to cross half of Paris on foot to go home...

I also had to climb the seven stories staircase to go into my apartment, no elevator in the 18th century building. I was totally exhausted but then I was young.
You know how to tell a story, inphoto. It's like a continuing story with ever more misery. I laughed my way through it. Very funny. :LOL: Although I'm sure it was not a fun night!
 
Thank you!
I omitted the first part, when we left the party with the French champagne and hors d'oevres and went to the street in the cold to get in the sewer that through numerous tunnels led to the catacombs.. :giggle:
 
Two or three years ago I was watching on Netflix the series Lupin, in the 3rd or 4th episode, but not the last, they did the same trajectory the opposite way, from the Catacombs to the sewer and the street. I wonder how they knew...
 
Two or three years ago I was watching on Netflix the series Lupin, in the 3rd or 4th episode, but not the last, they did the same trajectory the opposite way, from the Catacombs to the sewer and the street. I wonder how they knew...
:lolz:
 
Two or three years ago I was watching on Netflix the series Lupin, in the 3rd or 4th episode, but not the last, they did the same trajectory the opposite way, from the Catacombs to the sewer and the street. I wonder how they knew...
That is really funny! :LOL:
 
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