{"id":264,"date":"2026-08-20T10:26:46","date_gmt":"2026-08-20T17:26:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/?p=264"},"modified":"2026-08-20T10:26:48","modified_gmt":"2026-08-20T17:26:48","slug":"sarah-marta-stories-france-1988-marta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/?p=264","title":{"rendered":"Sarah\/Marta Stories. France 1988 (Marta)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In the spring of 1988, Sarah loaned me the plane fare to join her in France in September where she was to spend time with her older brother, Roger, who was living in a garret room in the Marais in Paris. And she was to meet her mother for a week of family time.<\/p>\n<p>We flew to Amsterdam and toured by train through Lille to Brittany and then on to the Loire Valley before heading to Paris.<span class=\"Apple-converted-space\">\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p>We ensconced ourselves in the cheap seats and I went to secure a mini bottle of red train wine, attempting to converse in French with every porter along the way. I sat across from Sarah, delighting in the opportunity to try French phrases in the country of origin, and pestered her with my attempts. Tolerating this for hours, she finally just looked at me and said, \u201cSHUT UP!!!\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I hadn\u2019t once considered her plight in having to listen to my excited babble. And, unbeknown to me, she had been quietly enduring a dark purple stain ringed around the inside of my lips\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In the spring of 1988, Sarah loaned me the plane fare to join her in France in September where she was to spend time with her older brother, Roger, who was living in a garret room in the Marais in Paris. And she was to meet her mother for a week of family time. We [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-264","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/264","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=264"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/264\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":265,"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/264\/revisions\/265"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=264"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=264"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sarahfromtherah.art\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=264"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}