Mr. P and I spent last weekend in Paris because . . . why not? We lucked out with the weather. It was mild, the sun was out, and everything was blooming.
Thinking back to my post last week about the “right” amount of pictures to take on a vacation, how did I do? I’m giving myself a B+ here. We’ve been to Paris many times now, so I only took pictures occasionally. I ended up with about 260 which I cut down to 132 after we got home.
I still wish I got more pictures of us during our trips. Mr. P and I are painfully shy, so I only get up the nerve to ask someone to get our picture once or twice.
Le sigh. Paris is easily my favorite city in the world. I’m already missing the bread.