“And then it happens, when none of us pay attention to the suitcases”

Photography: Kee & Kee

My parents had been married for forty years, so we planned a trip to Paris, the city of love. But something came up, the trip was postponed for a year, and another year. And the anticipation grew and the plans only got more fun. Moreover, we could now take Jackie, who was still quite small two years ago, more easily.

Anticipation

The highlights were on our wish list: strolling along the Seine, taking a picture with the Eiffel Tower, looking for the Mona Lisa in the Louvre… Visiting the Sacré-Coeur with my mother, Nikki and Jackie, peeking into Dior and counting the dots of Yayoi Kusama on the Louis Vuitton property. And of course we would go to the famous lock bridge Pont des Arts.

“In the train a musical chair dance arises, because sitting with grandpa and grandma is of course more fun”

The train was booked, the hotel paid, we had our passports. Nothing could go wrong. At Amsterdam Central we waited for the Thalys. That’s always fun with such a whole group: will we see everyone? Where are the suitcases? It is the table of seven: seven people, seven trolleys, and seven loose items such as handbags, a backpack, a cuddly toy and headphones. A musical chair dance ensues in the train, because sitting with grandpa and grandma is of course more fun.

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Stolen

Once in Paris, a taxi drops us off at the hotel. And then it happens: Nick and my dad go to check in, my mom takes the kids to the bathroom, and I turn to check out the lobby. For a moment, none of us pay attention to the suitcases. Unfortunately, someone else took very good care of our luggage. Gone is my father’s bag. Fortunately, there was only clothes and a toiletry bag, but it is annoying.

Surprise

Julian thinks it’s exciting too, so Nick’s surprise couldn’t have come at a better time: he had tickets for Julian and my dad to a Paris Saint-Germain game. I also had something planned: our name had been on the agenda of the photographer for a while, who knew a great spot where we and the Eiffel Tower could be immortalized from our best side.

Because you know how it goes when you try it yourself: you just press the wrong button, the lighting could be better, hair blows in your face, the children get impatient and then no one is relaxed. Now there was an experienced photographer who photographed us as Family in Paris.

Dear Paris, it was three days of pure happiness, full of unforgettable memories. Dad, mom, shall we also celebrate 45 years of marriage?

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