My Paris Story

Rebecca | reader questions, personal | Wednesday, 11 July 2007

When I was in the 8th grade, I had the serendipity to be invited to join my school’s journalism class on a field trip to Paris. Oddly enough, at the time I had zero interest in journalism, although you could say that, after a fashion, it is my current pastime. If you consider blogging journalism.

Myself and one other student, I believe, were selected to go with on the basis of space available, good grades, and good behavior. Never having been to Paris, I considered it a great opportunity for some sight-seeing. The trip was in April. Paris is south. South = hot. Sadly, that was my thought process as I proceeded to pack and prepare.

Currently I have my MSN weather set to show Paris as one of my cities (since I’m supposed to be working on outfit ideas for Susan in Texas, who is visiting Paris in September). It may be 93 degrees here in Spokane, but it’s 55 degrees in Paris now (not even 10 degrees warmer than it is in Johannesburg, where it’s winter and they just had the first snow since 1981).

So, yes, at age 13 I showed up in Paris, in April, without a coat. It rained the entire time. Expect it to be much drier in September.

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