Paris was–Paris. We had beautiful weather, and saw all the important sites. We lunched at the requisite sidewalk cafe, rode buses and cabs all over the city, and bought souvenirs. We sent post cards–Sally hiked what seemed like miles to find a post office. (She’s almost a decade younger–I make her do all the schlepping!)
On the train back to London, the couple in the seats across from ours progressed from a mild business relationship to heavy romance, all in 2 hours and 10 minutes. In the station, Sally spotted Minnie Driver, live in person. I was looking the other way and all I caught was a flash of a famous smile and a toss of lovely dark hair.
We had the most wonderful time, but we were really wiped out when we finally got back to the hotel. British Museum and Westminster Abbey today–more later.
