I love this picture. And I love every single memory that Mom and I had celebrating Mother's Day in Paris a few years back.
You see, Since I was very little, I've always been drawn to Paris... the Eiffel Tower, playing Frère Jacques on the piano, and especially dancing the cancan!!!
We started and ended our trip in this cafe, and became "famous" with the waiters (ok, one in particular). Despite the fact that I completely butchered their language with my first sandwich order, and 5 minutes in, with a heavy heart I said, "Oh, no, it's true... the French really do hate Americans."