Voulez-Vous? — 40 Comments

  1. Loved this! I was right there with you on the back of the Moped. ” Alive with people, the streets hummed as we wove through them, adding our own melody to the din.”….my favorite part.

    Well done!

  2. so impressed you just let go and went. how very adventurous of you. but i guess that’s what being 23 and in paris is all about. (i wanted to say paree with a pepe le pew accent, but i didn’t think you’d understand without assistance.) 🙂 lovely story.

  3. Sweet. We’re going to France this summer for two months and I don’t speak a word of French. I’ll be relying on Kellie to be my translator. I think I’m in trouble.

  4. Great story! I have a similar memory, but it isn’t nearly as sexy and french as yours. Thank God neither of us got killed hopping on bikes with strangers. 😉 I love that picture!

  5. Oh, girl! I once took a late-night motorcycle ride from a stranger on Lake Shore Drive in Chicago and have never forgotten the thrill. I can’t imagine what it must have been like to have that experience in Paris.

    Loved, loved, loved this post! Great writing.

  6. That is a wonderfully told story of letting go. Something control-seekers like me need to read once in a while… so that we can let ourselves experience it as well. Love the picture to go along with it!

  7. Was anyone else thinking “Taken?” I don’t trust the French; they don’t like us. And guys with mopeds…

    Sorry, it was a beautiful story, but me no likey stranger Frenchies.

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