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Dreaming of France: 29 Avenue Rapp

Scrolling through my Instagram& finding this image, I’m surprised I haven’t shared this particular French door for Dreaming of France before. 29 Avenue Rapp boasts what might be the most famous door in Paris. It’s definitely one of the most beautiful.

Designed by Jules Lavirotte in 1901 it’s a striking example of Art Nouveau architecture and features the very risque sculpted Adam and Eve above the door. I first saw the building in the movie Gigi as the building where Gigi's Aunt Alicia lives and where Gigi goes for her lessons in how to catch the right man. Preferably someone rich like Gaston.

Naturally when Mark and I visited Paris, we had to pay the building a visit. What struck us about 29 Avenue Rapp was how many people just walk on by, as if were nothing special, just another old stone edifice, the door, just another entry. I think even if I lived on the block, even if I saw the building and its door every single day, I would still have to pause and take it in. Not a whole …

The Name of the Game is Nostalgia #ThrowbackThursday

I can get a little nostalgic writing memoir—you might say its the nature of the beast—but theres probably no place or time I get more soppy about than growing up in Niagara Falls. Niagara Falls was where I spent most of my elementary school years; it was where I learned to swim in the pool at the Cyanamid plant; it was where I broke my arm when I was ten; it was where my period came for the first time in the girls room at Princess Elizabeth Middle School and Niagara Falls was where I cried serious tears when we moved away when I was fourteen. But before that, Niagara Falls was where I had my first boyfriend, a boy named Randy Tuck. I was eleven and it was the same year the Name Game song came out. Remember?

The name game! 
Shirley, Shirley bo Birley Banana fanna fo Firley 
Fee fy mo Mirley, Shirley! 

It was a huge hit all over the world but no place more so than in our schoolyard. We stood in our little clique circles and sang and clapped all our names but none gave us quite the charge we got when we used Randys last name instead of his first.

Tuck, Tuck bo Buck, Banana fanna fo Fuck
Fee fy mo Muck, Tuck! 
Randy blushed, hating the taunt. We knew it was cheating but still, wasnt it the most hilarious thing ever?

Randy and I had our first kiss slow dancing at a party in Dwayne Powers rec room. Unlike the basement in my house which was dark in a bad way—I helped my mother do the laundry in the wringer washing machine during the day but I wouldnt dream of going down there at night when the single hanging lightbulb made weird shadows dance in the corners—Dwaynes basement was wood-panelled, his parents jazz album covers stuck on the walls for decoration, and when we turned out the lights, it was dark in a good way.

At first it was romantic, dancing in the dark, Dwaynes parents leaving us alone. Then the coupling up began and kids started slipping off to the couches lined up against the wall. I knew I was supposed to do that too, let Randy—who had ridden his bike over to my house and walked me and Trixie to the party—lead me by the hand to the couches. Instead we kept dancing while most of the other 5th graders were making out, Dwaynes parents upstairs, oblivious. Poor Dwayne, the host, skinny, creepily taller than any of the other boys, going through an awkward stage, with no one to kiss at all.

Randy and I danced, my arms slung round his neck, his arms around my waist but the kids pressing up against each other on the couches made me nervous. I didnt want to sit down, I didnt want to do what they were doing. What were they doing? I squinted over his shoulder into the darkness but without my glasses I couldnt really tell. Where two people should have been, the shadows merged into one. Finally, probably because we thought we were supposed to, we pressed our mouths up against each others, and kissed the way it looked like they kissed in the movies.

Thinking back, it was less a kiss than a crushing of our upper lips but it was enough. Wed kissed. We were boyfriend and girlfriend now, an elementary school couple, destined to live happily every after. Or as it happened just a few weeks.

Randy. Randy, bo Bandy. Banana fanna fo Fandy 
Fee fy mo Mandy, Randy! 


The Name of the Game is Nostalgia. The letter is N.
Originally published April 16, 2015 for the #AtoZChallenge 

NOTE: I quite often change names to protect the innocent from embarrassing memories but in this case, Randys real last name is the entire point. Sorry Randy, wherever you are.


  1. It’s officially the second half of A to Z. Time to catch that second wind, rest up on Sunday, then it’s that mad dash toward the finish line!

    Stephen Tremp
    A to Z Cohost
    N is for Numerology

  2. Thanks for the walk down memory lane. Banana, banana fo... LOL

  3. Yes, that song wasn't as big in my school days (probably because it was in Hawaii)... but we still knew about it.
    Great descriptions.

    Maui Jungalow


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