In another month Bonaparte and I will be back in France. This time it’ll be different because we won’t be in Paris. Since Daniele’s passing, Bonaparte finds it very difficult to return. I can’t blame him. I had another good cry a while ago realizing that she really is gone.
This is as close as I get to the Eiffel Tower. It’s like being that New Yorker who never went to the top of the Empire State Building (Me!)
We won’t have those wonderfully long and relaxed breakfasts in her bedroom anymore. Those mornings when we took her morning tea into her on her tray. And on the tray were the fresh croissant for Daniele and Bonaparte and sometimes a small brioche for me.
We had the same thing every morning. Daniele’s tea–and our coffee. We would discuss the day’s events. Perhaps driving Daniele to her office at Zazi Films or running errands for her if she wasn’t feeling up to par.
I’ll miss driving to this office and just hanging out with her…and her assistant Melly
I miss the time of early evening when Bonaparte would run off to get the baguette for dinner and Daniele and I would “sneak” a porto before Bonaparte returned so all three of us could enjoy our aperitifs as the sun set and I could catch a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower beginning the night’s sparkle!
I miss running around Paris with Daniele. Here’s Bonaparte and Daniele at Fonation Louis Vuitton last summer.
I miss Daniele’s generosity–and how she literally made me feel like Cinderella when she took me to the Guerlain Boutique for a shopping spree. It was such a wonderful feeling when I was whisked upstairs to pick out cosmetics and my favorite perfume.
This time around we will be in Theoule. We will enjoy our time in the Cote d’ Azur. It’ll be a blast to visit Bonaparte’s father as he admires my fat ass! We’ll have fun exploring places we stumble upon and I’ll get some serious reading done on the beach and at the pool.
Bonaparte, left, and his dad Dany, right. Dany is so cute and has the greatest sense of humor!
And while I ponder what to pack and while I have that pity-party because I didn’t lose that elusive 15 pounds I wanted to, I thought I would repost the three-part posts about our last visit to Paris in October about “Paris Without Daniele”. So please. Click on the links and read about a great, great woman and the last time we were in Paris!
I hope it brings back some fond memories for you or perhaps gives you new ones.