Paris mon amour

Paris… to me it represents much more than just the fashion capital, romantic city or movie scenes. My grandmother was French and went to Brazil by herself to get away from the World War II. She had her aunt that moved from France to Brazil years before.

She always promise to take me and my uncle(her youngest son) to Paris to meet her sister and her family. Unfortunately she passed away a few months before we could go and our family broke apart.

Long story short, after that I started to take a flight attendant course (required in Brazil before you apply for an airline)and my uncle decided to move to Paris. One month to complete 5 years that she passed away and 4 years that we only saw my uncle in Skype, my job, which ironic or not, as a flight attendant gave me the opportunity to travel to Paris for 2 days and be able to see him.

Grandma, after 5 years, what you wanted finally happened, together in Paris.

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