For my 40th birthday, my sister took me to Paris. For real. We packed a lifetime of memories into that trip: we ate crepes by the Eiffle Tower, shopped on the Champs Elysees, admired the Mona Lisa, walked the halls of Versailles, and watched naked ladies dance in Moulin Rouge. We got lost, fell for a classic tourist scam, mastered the Metro, startled natives with our boisterous American laughter, and completely fell in love with the beauty of the City of Lights. Of all the things we did, though, my very favorite memories of Paris are of sitting in Les Tuileries watching the natives and other tourists. Our hotel was close to the Louvre and Les Tuileries and every day Christy and I managed to sneak in at least an hour sitting by the fountains. It was so lovely.
this one immediately reminded me a picture Christy took of a woman feeding birds in Paris:
Oh, goodness! Two birds are in my lap! Well, isn't this something! You know what? You little birds are heavier than you look. And your little talons are kind of sharp. And your red eyes are a little freaky up close. Um...Christy? I think I might need some help here.