Shaboom sends us her post from Paris, France:
Yesterday was my (late) granny's birthday.
Happy Birthday Mormor! You are greatly missed by us all.
My granny loved tea. I remember sitting with her in her bed in our PJs as a child drinking Earl Grey (mine was more milk than tea, but no matter) as she thumbed through the newspaper and shared occasional comments/remarks with her husband on the other side of the room. Yes, they slept in separate twin beds. That doesn't mean they weren't deeply in love. He used to bring her flowers for no reason quite often, but that's a story for another day.
Anyway, she died a few years ago right before I moved to Paris. (Her death may or may not have been one of the reasons why I bought a one-way ticket to Paris 3 months later without first finding a job or taking stock of how damaging that could be to my relationship, but that's a question to answer in therapy. PS - I don't like doctors. PPS - I am not in therapy. PPPS - I know some would say that I should be.)
I lived in France in the 90s and she loved coming to visit me. One of our favorite things to do together was to go to the tea salon "Mariage Frères."
Their tea canisters are beautiful and their teas are heavenly.
The shop slash restaurant is gorgeous in and of itself.
Our favorite is Roi des Earl Grey.
Anytime I have international visitors now, I always take them to Mariage Frères and drink a cup for my granny and wish she were here.
*all photos are borrowed from the internet.