Have you ever been to a place where, the second you felt the bones of the city under your feet, you knew – just knew – that you belonged there?
That’s happened twice for me – once in my beloved New York and again in Paris. I had the privilege to live in both places at vastly different points in my life and would go back to either one in a heartbeat. When I first went to New York I was 17 and needed adventure, which the city provided in abundance. When I first went to Paris, I was 23 and needed direction and comfort after a massive life change. I found both there in France and have been hooked ever since. It’s funny – I went back to France this summer with someone who knows me very well and after observing my interactions with our French friends and others while we were out and about in the community she looked at me and said, “You are so much more confident here than you ever are at home.” She’s right.
I won’t say much else, except that my students made me exceptionally proud these last two days as we discussed the tragic events that unfolded in France over the weekend. Their maturity, grace, and compassion remind me of why I became a teacher in the first place.
I’d like to share the 2-Day Lesson I did in class (adaptable for any level) as well as images from the “Peace Wall” my students created today. I hope you may find them useful.
paris sera toujours paris