Winter in Paris means rain. What better use of a rainy day then to visit museums.
WHAT MORE CAN ONE SAY? GLORIOUS SUNRISE
Dinner next to Notre Dame with lifelong friends last night. Dinner was warm and charming, as it can be among friends. The view no less astounding.
It is difficult for me to know what to think of the Catacombs. I am fascinated, awed, humbled, terrified, and horrified all at the same time. The bones of six million dead, moved and stacked with great care; and then shown as a spectacle for everyone to see.
I love Paris. The sights, the smells, the sounds, the food; even the language. French is my second language, I studied it starting at a young age and continued through college. I married a french woman, whose family embraced me wholly. I freely confess that I know France largely through their perspective, one I could never have known any other way.