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For two-fifths of our family, the Paris experience has ended. J. and R. finished school last week and left yesterday for NY, on their way to camp, which starts on Wednesday. They will rendezvous with us back in Brooklyn at the end of August.
It's much quieter around the house as a result. It also means I no longer have home-grown babysitters around, so I can't go out as much as before. But above and beyond the fact that it's been convenient to have them around to babysit for E., I miss them. For a couple of teenage boys, they are pretty great.
Just before he left, R. had the world's most low-key bar mitzvah. For friends and family who read this and panic--no, you didn't miss the big event. The bar mitzvah celebration will take place as planned in October, in Brooklyn. But in order to mark the fact that he had actually reached the official age of bar mitzvah, R. had an aliyah last Shabbat at our shul in Paris. There was a bat mitzvah going on, and in the midst of it we had arranged--without telling the rabbi why--for R. to be called up for an aliyah. Besides us and our friend James, who happened to be there and who we clued in, no one there was aware of the significance. It was the ultimate private party.
