About Author: Isolde

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http://www.paristoparenthood.net
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After extensive travel for short periods both inside Australia and overseas, I took a break from my health policy job to travel for two months in Spain, Portugal and Morocco and live for four months in France, three of those in Paris. I'm currently living back in Australia with Steve and our twins Rhea and Lara.

Posts by Isolde

  • While on holidays interstate this summer, we visited one of the markets and did some shopping while pushing the babies in their pram. As usual there were comments from passers-by. […]

    Horror night

    While on holidays interstate this summer, we visited one of the markets and did some shopping while pushing the babies in their pram. As usual there were comments from passers-by. […]

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  • Alice is coming to meet the babies and to stay with us for almost a week. She has a very different background to me, with none of my advantages. Her […]

    My friend Alice

    Alice is coming to meet the babies and to stay with us for almost a week. She has a very different background to me, with none of my advantages. Her […]

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  • Sometimes I forget that I don’t have the twins with me when I nip out alone. I smile dementedly at strangers. This makes no sense without babies to create a […]

    My double life

    Sometimes I forget that I don’t have the twins with me when I nip out alone. I smile dementedly at strangers. This makes no sense without babies to create a […]

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  • In my old life, before babies, I used to go to the local shops about twice a year, and I would never walk around the neighbourhood. I did my shopping […]

    Perambulations

    In my old life, before babies, I used to go to the local shops about twice a year, and I would never walk around the neighbourhood. I did my shopping […]

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  • Sister Maggie has come to meet the babies, travelling from the US. A good excuse for us all to have a few days at the beach! This is also the […]

    Footsteps in the sand

    Sister Maggie has come to meet the babies, travelling from the US. A good excuse for us all to have a few days at the beach! This is also the […]

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  • That’s right. I’m having an affair and loving every moment of it. The dreamy, wordless exchange of smiles. The late night trysts. That feeling of excitement and adventure. The good […]

    I’m having an affair

    That’s right. I’m having an affair and loving every moment of it. The dreamy, wordless exchange of smiles. The late night trysts. That feeling of excitement and adventure. The good […]

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  • I’ve discovered a baby farm. Not producing babies, but growing them, and nurturing their new parents before both are released to the world outside. My discovery began when I had […]

    Baby Farm

    I’ve discovered a baby farm. Not producing babies, but growing them, and nurturing their new parents before both are released to the world outside. My discovery began when I had […]

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  • Knowing that our twins were born nine months after our return to Australia, you might think that they had their origin in Paris. In fact they were conceived in a […]

    Conception

    Knowing that our twins were born nine months after our return to Australia, you might think that they had their origin in Paris. In fact they were conceived in a […]

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  • Having now had the good fortune to have lived in Paris for three months and explored its many hidden corners, I thought I’d share some of the lesser-known delights with […]

    Secret treasures

    Having now had the good fortune to have lived in Paris for three months and explored its many hidden corners, I thought I’d share some of the lesser-known delights with […]

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  • We found ourselves in a queue of hopefuls on the pavement of a nondescript quartier of Paris, part of a line snaking untidily around the outside corner of a dilapidated […]

    Stuck

    We found ourselves in a queue of hopefuls on the pavement of a nondescript quartier of Paris, part of a line snaking untidily around the outside corner of a dilapidated […]

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