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I worked for several years with a succession of autistic children—which mostly means boys—kids who were mainstreamed in regular education classrooms, with a classroom aide assigned to shadow them. That was me, the shadow. 

We also lived next door to a family who had an autistic son who became one of our son’s closest playmates, until we moved away at the end of elementary school. Chris, with his funny idiosyncrasies is the source of some very sweet memories, as well as moments of high drama. That’s what you get with autism, children who can be deeply involved when their needs and passions are directed and shared but who can sometimes find it frustrating when those needs are brushed aside. 

It’s typical for an autistic child to want to talk about dinosaurs—or whatever the passion is—and be frustrated while the rest of the kids have moved on to another topic. The autistic child is focused on that stegasaurus and exactly how cool it is, just not quite getting that the others don't shar…

Dreaming of France: Evening in Paris

When we were in Paris this past May we stayed in the Saint Germain des Pris at the weirdly named Welcome Hotel. Despite the generic moniker—which to my mind sounds like a youth hostel with cots, bathrooms in the hall and community rooms with pingpong tables and tvs—the hotel was charming, clean & comfortable. 

It was small but super affordable and in an fantastic location, just a couple of blocks from Les Deux Magots, Cafe Flore and Brasserie Lipp, the places Hemingway and all the other expatriot glitteratis hung out, along with artists like Picasso and intellectuals like Jean Paul Sartre, Simone de Bouvoir and Camus. John Dos Passos, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein. All the folks we saw in Woody Allen's Midnight in Paris.

We could have taken the metro which was also just two blocks from our hotel but since we were a ten minute walk from the Seine, we decided to spend our first night taking a nice long walk along the river, all the way to the Eiffel Tower. It took about an hour but every stunning vista was worth each and every step. Here are some of my favorite pictures from that evening in Paris. I know I'm gushing but I really can't think of a place more extraordinarily beautiful, especially after the sun goes down.




This week I'm joining Paulita's Dreaming of France meme

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  1. You know you're preaching to the choir with me. I'm entranced by Paris too. We ate dinner at a restaurant where Hemingway hung out and it was included in the movie Midnight in Paris. We also passed by the laundry mat which was featured when he Gil tried to return to the bar. And we waited on the Pont Alexandre for the sun to go down so we could see the bridge's lights flicker on. Thanks for playing along with Dreaming of France. Here’s my Dreaming of France meme

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    1. Was it the Rotunde? Or Maxims? I didn't get to either so I definitely have to go back. Drat!

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  2. Simply beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I never get tired of beautiful photographs and I love cities

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    1. Thanks! So glad you stopped by.

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