So here we are in the magical city of Paris and I was thinking that it would be impossible to choose ONE photo after a fantastic day in which many great photos were taken of amazing buildings and delicious food. However the choice turned out to be incredibly easy. After wolfing down crepes at a creperie close to the Pompidou Centre, Daniel noticed some Parisian boys playing soccer in the square. He asked me if he could join them - his only concern being his inability to speak their language. I asked one of the adults there if my boys could join the game and they were warmly welcomed on to the team. I am not one to be sentimental about sport but the scene truly brought tears to my eyes. The simple game of street soccer transcended any barriers of language or culture and I am so proud of my sons for seeing the opportunity for what it was and for making the most of it. I have watched my boys play soccer many times, but this could well be the most memorable.
What a marvelous cross-cultural experience on an amazing first day in Paris!
ReplyDeleteTruly something they will never forget! I loved reading about this on Johnny's blog, too!
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