Kitty left for Paris on Sunday, flying up there with her friend, Agathe. Although quite cool about the whole thing (they're both only 12) you could tell she was excited as they would be travelling 'unaccompanied' and wouldn't have grown-ups telling them what to do at every turn. I tried to increase her excitement by asking her if she would be demanding a first-class upgrade on Air France as befits a classy lady who wears Prada, Gucci and Primark! No chance - you don't get upgrades with Air Miles! I also asked her if she was looking forward to the caviar and champagne which Air France would undoubtedly serve and she just giggled that lovely little giggle of hers.
Of course when she was packing for the trip, every little designer detail was not overlooked. The large 'Audrey Hepburn' type sunglasses, all her designer gear (bought from e-Bay), the Vans (some sort of shoes which we used to call plimsoles) and probably the Quicksilver stuff she bought in the States last April although I might be wrong about that because that gear would be nearly a year old and designer protiges don't wear anyhting more than a couple of times! Do they?
The Burberry bag was rescued from the bottom of a pile of bags and suitcases we have downstairs and no doubt would be placed on the baggage check-in desk with a flourish and then they would wander through to duty free like a couple of models. But, I thought, this wont happen. They'll be escorted through check-in by an Air France 'lady' and they'll be sat down in a section near the departure gate and watched like hawks.
Not a bit of it. J says that after they checked in they were sent through security on their own and off into the myriad of cafes, shops and departure gates, commonly known as 'airside' .
This worried me slightly as two 12-year olds being let loose in an airport causes the mind to wander off into all sorts of scenarios - none of them good. What if they get the gate wrong? What if they are in the shops when the last call is made? I needn't have worried. We got a call from Kitty after she landed in Paris where she was being met by Marielle, Agathe's mother.
And so they're in Paris for 1 week before Kitty flies back on her own on Saturday. She gathered up all her money obtained over the last year, changing any spare English notes into Euros at an exchange rate I did not recognise and no doubt would be heading for the Champs Elysee as soon as she woke on Monday morning. This girl is a serious shopper. Now where did she get that from I wonder?
So - Kitty, if you read this (very unlikely) have a wonderful week in Paris. We all miss you.
Picture is of Kitty and Agathe. Kitty is on the left.
1 comment:
Awwe, Kitty is so pretty :) She sounds like me when she's packing to go somewhere...it's quite the process.
Wow and she's so lucky she got to fly out by herself when she was 12! I don't think I took my first flight alone until I was 16, and I was terrified. I'm sure she'll have a wonderful time and I'm jealous she gets to spend a week in Paris! :)
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