Now after all that sappy sap-ness about how much I miss my dear Albuquerque, let me deliver the promised tales of Paris...
As you can see by the (giant!) photos below, Paris is indeed a romantic city. That was our very first night there, and we were relaxing in the aftermath of the tumultuous thunderstorm that greeted us immediately upon our arrival. When we finally found our flat and settled in, it was off to quaint neighborhood market for groceries and wine, which were thoroughly satiating.
The week that followed was filled with adventures to the Sacre Cour and the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower (when one or the other of us gets some photos uploaded, they will be shared here), and much meandering through the bustling city streets. We walked a great deal, but occassionally took the metro or a taxi. As Johnny so accurately pointed out: It feels like any street corner on which you emerge in Paris is The Place to Be. And so it was.
We had some rainy, cold days to contend with, but between my trench coat and Johnny´s umbrella, we could not be stopped. There was shopping to do and adorable french speaking children to see, not to mention fantastic Parisienne meals to be had, and beguiling waiters to try and understand...
Overall a sparkling, wonderous vacation... Though I must admit I was a bit relieved to enter a country where I somewhat speak the language... if only my travelling companion could´ve continued to accompany me. *sigh* Ç´est la vie, as they say.
Next: Adventures at the "International" school for modern languages!
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