On Nantucket we always take the goodbye pictures on the porch, but in Paris we sit on the couch and use the mantel as tripod.
So here we are, at the end of the last day of the Mom's visit, full of good food, a little wine and all just wishing that it hadn't come to an end so soon. We've retold all the old family stories and learned a few new ones, accused and kibitzed over the Scrabble board, and walked more and farther than anyone would have thought possible. And now it's au revoir and time for everyone in the family to get ready to hear yet another story about 'when we were visting in Paris'.