Do you remember when we went to the Musée D’Orsay? It was your first time, and we wandered among the great works of Impressionism and Post-Impressionism and then we ate at the café. I remember it was behind the giant clock from when the building was once a train station. The table was set with white linens and fine China. Outside was a cool crisp spring day. I don’t remember what we ordered or what we talked about, but we were happy. Later we walked to the Pompidou, which was closed for renovations. You stood making poses like a statue and the pigeons flew up on your outstretched arms. I saw the Pompidou is open again. I hope someday we can go back together.

Love, Mom