Christmas in Paris

I couldn’t resist posting this, which a friend passed on to me with the comment, “How I wish this were my dilemma—what’s open in Paris this week?

Holiday alert! The vast majority of Paris restaurants will be closed from before Christmas until after the New Year …

I’m the sort of gal who likes her cozy little family traditions on holidays. But I’m also the sort of gal who isn’t afraid to, say, fly to England for Christmas (because that’s when Jesse would be able to go). On that very trip, we also visited France (though not Paris), so we got a taste of small-town France at Christmas too. I’ve also spent a Christmas at Tybee Island, Georgia, with the whole family in a beach house, one in Honolulu, Hawaii, in the late ’60s (oh, there’s a post for you!), and a Christmas in Phoenix a couple years ago with my son, who had a lot of gigs and couldn’t leave town.*

So if you’re the sort of person who might be planning a special holiday trip to Paris, you’ll want to read up here. The website is called Paris by Mouth, and features—you will have guessed—Paris restaurants, wine bars, bakeries and pastry shops, wine shops, chocolate and candy shops, ice cream shops, craft cocktails, craft beer shops, craft beer bars, “decent coffee” (their term!), and specialty shops. In Paris. Did I say that already? 🙂

I’ve added it to my blogroll, just in case you need to refer back. I hear April in Paris is nice too. 🙂

* It was interesting to add that all up, I think. I wouldn’t have guessed I’d spent even four Christmases away from home. How about you? Have you ever had a destination Christmas? Tell me about it in the comments!


5 thoughts on “Christmas in Paris

  1. Honolulu because we lived there for four years, which was fun. We’ve spent the week after Christmas in Costa Rica, Cali, Puerto Vallarta and Lake Tahoe.

    We spent one Christmas in Queenstown, NZ which was challenging–totally homesick for my sister-in-law’s house as we ate Christmas Eve dinner at the Hard Rock Cafe –the only guests besides a chorus of drnken Japanese businessmen singin karaoke!

  2. Vietnam of course:) But, its hard to get into the spirit because it’s 90 degrees out. My Aussie friends are used to it though…Santa on surf-boards!

    • I think you really do have to “invent” a whole new set of traditions (“work-arounds”?) when you live that far away from, say, the white snow New England version of American Christmas. I remember in Hawaii being astonished by Norfolk Island pines as Christmas trees—but that’s what they HAD.

    • And yeah, that whole other-side-of-the-equator thing! Whew! Earlier this year I read a novel set in Australia and it opened at Easter time—winter for them. You know these things but you don’t really THINK about them, I think, until you’re confronted with it. For me Easter is spring. For Australians, it’s winter.

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