Friday, December 19, 2008


My trip started when I arrived in Paris 3 months and 11 days ago. Now, I am sitting in the Dublin airport, waiting for a flight back to Paris. I could be sentimental about saying farewell to Ireland...the land of my ancestors which has treated me so well over the past 3 months, but Aer Lingus just charged me 80 euros because my bag was 8kg (18 lbs.) over the weight limit, so I'm not really in a sentimental mood right now.

Here is a picture of my grandfather in Paris in 1945, just as the war was ending. He was hurt in Germany and got to take a trip to Paris while he was recovering. He's in the front row, third from the right.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

He would have been amazed at this and proud of you.