The most beautiful love story of my life, other than my own, began many years ago in the early 70′s. It was a meeting of two disparate souls, their paths forever altered by a chance encounter. (Sounds familiar?) My Mom and Dad met in London on the night before my father was to return to America. Little did he know that a woman who introduced herself as Cleopatra, would leave such an impact. What happened in those moments will forever remain a romantic mystery, as it should.
Seven days later the young Polish beauty received a letter from the handsome American gentleman. He was returning to London to see her again. And to propose. They were married three months later, and thus began their life together. Almost to this very day, so many years ago.
It was here in Paris that they spent their honeymoon, my father being a devout Francophile. Three weeks of romance on the left bank. Hotel des 2 Continents on 25 Rue Jacob, to be exact. How fitting! On my many carousings in Saint Germain, I often walk on Rue Jacob and imagine the time my parents spent there, the many places they went, the bistros they dined in, the conversations they had, the first chapter of a the life between a writer and his muse…me, a romantic?
It also happens to be the location of one of my favorite sweets shops in Paris, Laduree. Even more reason to dream, with macaron in hand, as I live my very own love story. Inspired by two romantics.
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Beautiful
Sigh. I love it. Truly, madly, deeply.
Your love story, my dear, will find you when you least expect it…
Beautiful, I would love to walk by a place like that to think of my parents.
ahhhhh……
you’ve rejuvinated the romantic in me!
oh good! considering we live in Paris, the city of romance!
Oh how absolutely romantic, it needs to be made into a movie!
how lovely!!
I love this story- I could just imagine their time together in Paris!!!
Beautiful! What a lovely love story… I now see where you get your romantic side
It must be so fun imagining your very own parents in love, running around Paris on their honeymoon. Thank you for sharing!
Bellanda
Sigh….. how romantic! I am dying to know why did she introduce herself as Cleopatra?
Cleopatra was the first name that came to her mind. Innocent flirtation
Awww, such a lovely post. This coming from a sweet and sour romantic. And, yes, why did she introduce herself as Cleopatra?
Thanks!! According to my mom it was the first name that came to her, made my father even more curious I’m sure!
How beautiful and romantic!
what a story, this is love without borders!
That is such a wonderful story. And the full circle with your own life now, in Paris. In addition to the similarly serendipitous and romantic way in which you met your husband. Fairytales seem to run in your family!
It’s true, I am a product of a fairytale love story and somehow always knew I would find my own. I believe there exists one for everyone who believes in them…