The smell, nothing smells like Paris - from the now smoke choked streets (they enforced a smoking ban in restaurants, so now all the Parisians smoke on the go; mostly women I noticed) to the scent of Chanel in the clothing stores. Women with their little dogs and lush fur coats, young women in boots, and boots, and more boots; babies decked out in their prams; and the men (gods bless them) giving "the look" as only the French can do it!
Kir Royals and shopping for SEVEN HOURS. I'm pretty relaxed, albeit with sore feet. Too much fun. I feel like giving the entire city a hug.
I'm such a geek, I know but tomorrow I'm off to the Louvre and we won't see me for at least seven more hours.
Kiss someone, hug someone, make love, have some champagne lovely readers.
Ciao from Paris
...and yes jmb, I was good - I took some photographs. New photographs of the girls and kitties in New York City over to the right.
...AND Happy Id Al-mawlid (the Prophet's birthday)!