de Chambord Françoise - Young Fleur's adventures around the world. Book one стр 2.

Chapter 3. A taste of Paris

Here we are in Paris. My parents bought me everything I dreamed of, such as a small black dress with tiny sleeves, a white collar and two sewn-on pockets, and a red clutch bag with a long strap from Petite bateau store on the Champs-Elysees.

The weather was sunny, and we enjoyed our walk. My older brother wanted us to eat some cakes and our parents agreed. It was nearly five oclock in the afternoon, which means that in England it is already time to drink tea with cucumber sandwiches and scones. We went into the oldest Parisian pastry shop Ladurée up to the second floor and found a suitable round table in the corner on the veranda. There are five of us my dad, mum, older brother, younger brother and me. My parents ordered coffee-gourmet which came with lots of tiny cakes, and we ordered colourful macarons. When my little brother knocked over a glass of orange juice, we decided it was time to go home.

Our house is on Rue du Bac, not far from the famous Musée du Louvre. This is where we live in our little apartment on the third floor. Mum lived there for several years while she worked in Paris. I liked everything in the flat: the high ceilings, stucco moldings, a large fireplace, the creaking parquet flooring with a herringbone design made of natural wood, endless white shelves with unique books and huge windows growing from the floor. This is a typical French-style interior.