Signs of family and friends everywhere

Almost as soon as I arrived in Paris I was bombarded with signs - some quite frank, some figurative - reminding me of family and loved ones. And being somewhat of a photo fanatic I of course took pictures of all that I came in contact with...

It was only appropriate that the first such sign was a reminder of my mother, whom without I would never be able to make such a journey.

It really might as well be her trip...

The first place I ate in all of France/Paris was here, and really only because it was a name I could trust (that of my 2nd uncle)...

...and it was by far the greatest crepe I've ever had (half because I was in Paris, half because it was a Nutella crepe)

There were places that reminded of friends...

...and those reminding of new editions to my world...

I was also reminded of where I come from...

...and of furry adopted family...

But the coolest part I found was that one day while hanging out at the Louvre (but of course didn't go in). I ventured away to find a toilet and cafe (read coffee) when I discovered this place: Cafe Richard (my uncle). I looked down into my glass and couldn't believe my good fortune to have stumbled into a cafe named Cafe Richard!

It was only after visiting many other cafes and bars that I realized my error... Cafe Richard is a supplies company. So almost EVERY PLACE IN PARIS that serves cafe has some sort of "Cafe Richard" product, from saucers to cups to creamers and sugars.

How embarrassing... but at least no one will know my foolish assumption...