Printemps à Paris > soppy freezing rain in Toronto.
With Florida gone and Cape Breton on the horizon, I don’t have any more vacation time. Oh and I suppose I should mention that all the good photos for FFF have now been posted and the last ones of E & I were of our last night before flying back to WINTER.
This blog is turning into quite the traveler’s log, non? This was not the intention…
No bother. Let’s reminisce:
Hangin’ out in the middle of Pont d’Iéna with a plastic bag of market-fresh radishes. The shadow spanning over me and much of the Pont is of the Eiffel Tower. Can you tell? The fat, tiered angles perhaps give it away.
Behind me: Trocadéro.
That summer was a big one for travel. Also, because of the travel, a big one for bedbugs.
The wonderfulness of this song can be thanked for this blog post: