"So we spent most of our time walking and eating in Paris. The weather was so good we barely set foot inside, only to rest up at the end of the day in our sweet little apartment on a bustling street. We didn't go to any galleries. We will save them for next time, maybe Autumn when there is a chill in the air, when only a Picasso or a Monet can warm your heart."
...One of the most poetic paragraphs I have read in a long time. Oh, how I envy Lee for her ticket there this summer...
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