Dear Blog, I went to Paris.
Sounds kind of silly doesn't it, but for the past five years this blog has been the closest thing to a diary I have ever kept. A dynamic journal with a search function, this weblog has become a part of my life: a place where I share, document and connect. Before I ramble endlessly about all that blogging continues to mean to me, I'll continue with tonight's dreamy entry.
Dear Blog, I went to Paris. One month ago ...
here but in a nutshell, once I decided to go to London there was no way I was skipping Paris. And Paris looks like this. Like a post card. Like a work of art. Like a dream.
|Here is the shop where I needed to communicate with gestures that I would like some ribbon cut.|
|Silly me. I could barely keep my mercis from my bon jours but tried my best.|
Every few steps I would look at Betsy, grab her arm and say, "We're in Paris! This is crazy!" and she'd always reply, "No. It's wonderful!"
|Skipping the Metro and taxis to explore!|
|Me and Betsy|
|No dinner? No problem. Il est merveilleux!|
|Hotel Caron de Beaumarchais|
Stay tuned for the final day of our whirlwind trip. And always remember, it all begins with a thought, with an idea, with a dream!