The Menu: Basic wine, beer, soda and small finger food is available, but you’re welcome to bring your own booze as well. The recommended age is over 7, so leave the little ones at home for this one. Painting With a Twist is a bright and inviting place to spend a few hours painting and relaxing. The space is relatively small, but cozy, and instructors and staff are super friendly. Even without any previous artistic experience, you’ll be surprised at how great everyone’s art turns out.
(You can bring your own wine, beer, champagne, etc.-but no hard liquor.) The location will provide paints, an easel, and an apron you bring yourself and the kids, and your inner artists. You can join a scheduled class with a predetermined painting, or book a private event for a chance to choose from hundreds of designs.Ĭosts range from about $30 to $60 per person, per session, and everything (except the drinks) is included. Rows of easels are set up facing an instructor, who walks you through the painting of that session, step by step. Don’t worry if you’re nervous about bringing your child to a bar - the spots are more art studio than saloon. And I love watching them experience things differently too: playing tag at the monuments, riding the merry-go-round in the Jardin des Tuileries and feeling exhilarated by the dramatic climb down the steps of the Eiffel Tower on a freezing cold winter night.Paint and sip spots are exactly what they sound like: places where you can hold a brush in one hand and a glass of wine (or whatever your beverage of choice is) in the other. I have loved walking the streets with our boys and watching them enjoy Paris the way I did: dawdling along the river, debating ice cream flavors at Berthillon and wondering why the Mona Lisa is such a big deal. Living in Europe again now, as we do, has given me the chance to revisit Paris with my family. So I snatched them and stuffed them into makeshift vases. I still have a stack of old Paris sketch books filled with profiles of les fleurs, teetering on crowded bookshelves or crammed onto our scrappy two person dining table. The still beautiful bouquets of roses, iris, tulips, delphiniums, gladiolas and lilies had been hastily exchanged for newer, better ones. A couple of times each week the sidewalk trashcans were topped with discarded day old flowers. It was a teeny tiny place in a posh neighborhood that I shared with a classmate.
I’m sure I overstayed my three francs worth but I practiced French and smiled and I don’t remember anyone giving me a hard time. The streets of Montparnasse, Saint-Michel and Île Saint-Louis were all my neighborhood I spent countless hours exploring them and sometimes I relinquished a bit of pocket money for a prime seat at a café table or bar. My pass meant that I was welcome in galleries all over Paris I often veered through the Musee D’Orsay on rainy winter days as it was the halfway point along my walk home. A student museum pass and pocket money for an occasional beverage filled in all the gaps. I remember wishing I had a bit more, for groceries at Fauchon and nights out at Les Bains Douche (the hotspot then ~ it was the 90s), but everything that I enjoyed most in Paris was free. I was a student and I had just enough money to get by. At the end of the day I would hop back on and follow the rails home. On the weekends, I would catch a train, ride out of town and step out in some random village. It was an amazing experience on many levels but what I remember most is the freedom I had to wander the streets on my own, and how much I loved it. I crisscrossed the city and its famous river everyday on foot, walking from my apartment near the Eiffel Tower to my classes, which were scattered across town. When I was nineteen I lived in Paris and studied French film, literature, music and art. EUROPE, CITY, FAMILY THE KIDS LOVE PARIS, FRANCE (LIKE THE REST OF US)
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