It was her first time in Paris. So she bought a guidebook. And her camera.
She wanted to do it all. She wanted to see everything. She wanted to eat every delicious morsel of French food she could. First she wanted to see the Eiffel Tower.
Then it was off to the Arc De Triomphe. She even went to the top. And courtesy of her pregnant travel mate, she didn't have to walk up the 346 stairs or so. She got to travel up the arc de triomphe in non-perspiring style, par ascenseur. Yes, she thought the world is full of small blessings.
She wanted to walk down the Champs Elysees. She wondered if she could afford to buy anything at the glittering shops lining the boulevard? The short answer was no. But she was an experienced window-shopper and she took in all there was to see.
She wanted to see the Louvre. She wanted to see the Mona Lisa. She wanted to see all the Masters. From Da Vinci to Titian to Delacroix to Caravaggio and more...
She perused the Egyptian antiquities and on to the other worlds of Etrusca, Greece, Rome, Byzantium and Assyria. It was endless.
She wanted to linger in a Parisian bookshop. She pretended to be intellectual and literary. But she just bought two cookbooks. Her darling husband seemed to be pleased with these purchases.
She wanted to add to her wardrobe. A few choice items from Paris might be just what she needed. A whirlwind trip to Galerie Lafayette was undertaken. Exhausted husband with the patience of a saint in tow. She looked and she looked. She found! Oh two beautiful dresses. And in the sale! Each with 40% off! She was VERY pleased. Mission fashionista had been accomplished.
She had wanted to visit the Sacre-Coeur, Notre Dame, the Sorbonne, the Institut du Monde Arabe, the Shakespeare & Co bookstore.. oh and not forgetting the Maison Berthillon which she had heard had the best ice-cream in Paris. So much she wanted to see, to do, to taste. But alas, there was only so much her feet could accomplish in a day. She would need to pace herself.
