F Train to Paris

In which a Jewish family from Brooklyn moves to Paris, France for two years of work, school, and adventures.

 

Lighting Shabbat candles in our Paris apartment for the very last time was poignant.  As I circled the candles with my arms and gathered the light toward me, E. standing at my side and doing the same, I thought about the dozens of Shabbatot we spent here. Although they lacked the richness that our wonderful community in Brooklyn provides, we developed a Shabbat rhythm of our own--sleeping late instead of going to shul, most of the time; Ralph's long Saturday morning baths in the deep bathtub; taking long walks in the afternoon; playing ping pong in the Jardins de Ranelagh. We're excited about moving back home, but we will all miss the life we built for ourselves here in just two years.

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