It's no accident that a passport is a book, and no question that books are passports. Especially Paris books, and especially in our house. Whenever Ludwig Bemelmans's "12 little girls in two straight lines"—including "the smallest one...Madeline"—embark on another walk through the city, we tag along. When Albert Lamorisse's "Red Balloon" takes flight, we leap after the string. And when young Hugo nervously approaches the little toy shop in "The Invention of Hugo Cabret," we take a deep breath and follow him.Share
If you're packing for Paris, here's advice no guidebook will give you: Bring a 4-year-old. And a 9- and 11-year-old, if you have them. Stuff their suitcases not with electronics but books—children's books with Paris at their core—and once you land, prepare to do something really counterintuitive: Let your kids lead you around the French capital.
When my wife and I did just that for a week this spring, we not only survived, but had the most fun we've ever experienced in Europe. We saw things we'd never have otherwise: A tiny toy shop full of surprises so startling my daughters gasped. A restaurant so very French we were the only foreigners dining. And a bookstore where pondering a purchase caused us to rethink our lives.
We started with "Madeline," because Mr. Bemelmans not only takes his book's 12 little girls on a comprehensive Parisian tour, but also shows readers how to tour: Stick together, ignore the weather, run and play whenever possible and stay out of the metro.
It's not that the author had anything against the subway, just that his vibrant books made me realize the obvious—it's hard to see Paris from underground. Less obvious was that the dozen little girls don't walk a straight line through Paris. Rather, we discovered, they embark on a wandering expedition that totals almost 16 miles. Perhaps Mr. Bemelmans took liberties; we took the bus. (Read entire post.)
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