One day I will go to New York with you

The pleasure of traveling, yes, we all agree, it is good to go somewhere else if you are there.
But with children?

So, I who often take the train to go play my show and make France laugh, I can tell you that all the passengers are not afraid of being put in club 4 when we have done nothing to deserve this.
But it is good that there are children in the vehicle.

Personally I have a very simple solution to solve this oxymoron. I never take my kids on a trip. Which is very easy for me, since I don’t have children. But I have a boyfriend, and as we all know, sometimes it’s a bit like that.

And so, once, long, long ago, this charming man who has shared my life for 17 years now said to me “One day, I will go to New York with you “.
To which I respond with a very poetic sense of the phrase “Yes, but when?

Because, no, I…” I’m as different as the National Assembly after dissolution. I just want to lie down on a deck chair, make the crepe and eat it. Because at the time, my job was to make scales look like lanterns to as many people as possible. What we commonly call “working in advertising “.
And in advertising, when it’s too much, it’s Tropico, so we don’t count our hours.

Very tired, I had no desire to go to New York.
One day, yes, I will go there, but not now because I’m too stupid. And since I’m not the type of person to change my mind easily, well, I said, “Okay, let’s go the next day.”

Very bad idea.
Because already, taking a long flight with a man who is afraid of flying. Add some turbulence, congested runways that prevent landing. It is Camoulox.
And then, landing in Manhattan in the middle of the top of the G7, to be abandoned by the bus driver several kilometers from the hotel because it does not run at all. Trying to cross an unknown city, as crowded as it sounds, with a suitcase that won’t roll at all.
Deal!
Cherry on the cheerleader, arriving at a hotel as expensive as it is shady, with rats in the corridors and cockroaches in the bathtubs.

I can tell you that these first two days in New York were very tense!
And then…
And then I stopped behaving like a reasonable adult. I got back to the height of a child. Which is easy for me, you might say, because I’m the size of an 8 year old.

And when I stopped fighting against everything I didn’t know, I stopped being afraid of not understanding everything about who these people are. talking in the similar series but without the subtitles saying, I stopped complaining, well the magic of life worked and I finally liked it. trip
As a child, for whom everything is discovered, I was surprised.

The beauty of the architecture, the lights of Times Square, Broadway music, buttered bagels for breakfast and Hélène’s cheesecakes for afternoon tea.
I walked for hours with my nose in the air. I marveled at everything, even the worst things. A fire truck, a seagull, a man walking down the street.
Yes, but this is all happening in New York and it changes everything.

So if we have the opportunity to travel somewhere and walk the sidewalks of Manila, Paris or Algiers to learn about the world, we realize that the extent to which our travels are endless treasures.
They are valuable when we prepare them, when we experience them and perhaps especially when we think about them and they are like a blanket of happiness in the gray of everyday life.
So we will travel, we will travel like children with wonder as our standard.