There is a Dutch song about a father who takes a stroll, with his daughter, on a lovely Spring Day and it is a treasured memory.
My daughter took me for a walk along the Seine to find a copy of the book, Sans Famille_, by Hector MalotMalot, in 2005 and, it ranks among the top three of my most enjoyable experiences of Paris.
There were many second-hand books sellers beside the Seine and I was so impressed with the way in which my Sydney-born daughter was able to converse with them, in French.
From being far too young, I’d had my mother read me the Dutch translation (Alleen Op De Wereld) several times over.
Although my daughter has a good ear for Dutch and a surprising range of vocabulary, it would be easier for her to read the original French version of Sans Famille, and, hopefully, understand why her grandmother and I loved that book so much – along with my generation of baby-boomers, after WWII, in the Netherlands.
We met such interesting characters, as my daughter approached these booksellers and explained our quest.
It was almost as though it was meant to be – the last bookstall had both books.
The original and the follow-up.
I took no pictures on that day.
I cannot illustrate this story.
Go there and experience!!
Several of those interesting people we talked to explained that Hector Malot lived (and they would wave their arm in the direction) in that side street, just across the Seine!
I visited Paris, in January, 1972(?) and it was cold, and interesting but lonely.
I visited Paris in 2005, and my daughter was there and we looked for copies of the book, Sans Famille. And I treasure that memory!!