April 6: Seder in Paris

at Pere LaChaise 1996

Sixteen years ago, while 6 1/2 months pregnant with Dylan, my husband and I went to Paris forPassover/Easter time. He had arranged for us to share the first seder with a religious family in the Chabad community. It was quite different than the reform Judaism seders I participated in growing up. I found the ritual drying of the lettuce leaves fascinating. Each leaf was completely dried so that a droplet of water would not dare to mingle with the matzoh. I don't remember that much more. We got out of there about 2 a.m. I was probably jet lagging.