Pigs in Paris

I did a tour with a mother and her daughter. The daughter was such a cute little thing, age 9, and she carried her stuffed pig with her everywhere. The pig, named Piggy-it’s a she-was in every single photo that I took of them. I decided that he deserved a photo of his own.
The little girl was really suffering from jet lag and a couple of times begged to go back to the hotel so she could sleep. That’s when I asked her mother if she ever let her daughter drink Coca Cola. The reply was no, she had never had it, not even once. Because her mother wanted to finish the tour we decided to buy her first bottle, plastic, of Coca Cola. The little girl loved it and chugged it down and immediately brightened up. I felt a little guilty as I’m sure she is still begging for a coke every day.

8 thoughts to “Pigs in Paris”

  1. Ah how sweet….!

    I cannot remember the last time I had coca cola…it really is not good for me..it makes me feel ill..I hope the little girl doesn’t ask for it everyday, but at least the mum got to finish the tour ๐Ÿ™‚

    I didn’t know you did tours ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. You naughty tour guide – and I just bet you have more tricks like that up your sleeve!!! Glad we had wine with that lunch, I never drink soda.

    Paris – wish I was there right now, without a pig though.

  3. Love the photo, Linda. Hey, even I use a coke to get me going sometimes and/or get rid of a headache.

    Wisj I was there to take another tour. So many places to go and things to see.

  4. OMG!!!
    This is so funny!
    I am painting a portrait of her and her daughter and that very PIGGY in front of the Eiffel Tower!
    It has to be the same pair..
    This is excellent reference for “Piggy”
    Thank you!

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