I've been meaning to write about this for a while, but hadn't gotten around to it until now. There are many, many reasons why I love it here in Paris (though also a few reasons why I don't, but I'll get to that another time) but sometimes there are moments that just come into focus and strike you, making you scramble to write down the memory in your little pocket book so that you don't forget to blog about it later.
I was at Kevin's school one afternoon like usual, waiting to pick him up. As 6 o'clock rolled around, children start to pour out of the doors, and I saw one particular little blonde girl in rainboots, catch sight of her father. She made a bee-line towards him and threw herself around his knees. While not very different from what the other children were doing, I was kind of captivated by the mundane cuteness of the entire scene as the father, in his long-ish overcoat and perfect/casual/sophisticated scarf, stuck the baguette he'd been holding under his arm, and took his daughter by the hand after she had made a big ceremony of jumping into a puddle on the curb with her rainboots. As they turned around and strolled on down the street hand in hand--the father looking down with the baguette still under his arm, the daughter looking up happily-- I mentally kicked myself for not having brought my black and white Pentax with me to Paris. Because what a shot that would have made.
