Paris: Nostalgia, Food and a Sense of Belonging
<p>I’d wanted to return to Paris for a while, and after covid and having a baby, now felt like the right time. Plus, it was my mum’s 60th birthday year, so what better way to spoil her than a 3-day trip to French foodie paradise.</p>
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<p>The Eiffel Tower in all its glory</p>
<p>But first thing’s first, here’s my disclaimer. As a child, I lived in France. At the age of 6, my dad’s work moved us to the small town of Montbéliard. For just over 18 months I lived there, went to school there and spoke the language, often translating for my mum (full disclosure, I can just about ask for a croissant nowadays).</p>
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