In an effort to save money on a holiday to Paris, I was considering buying a bottle of red wine, dimming the lights in the apartment, and putting on the greatest hits of Edith Piaf. Somehow that doesn't seem quite right. Mind travel is certainly improving these days, but the authentic still has that certain something. Brian and I haven't been on a holiday since early 2001 that did not involve parents, siblings, or nephews at some point. And while those parties have their merits, its not the same. The one good deal on airfare and hotel puts us up by Gare du Nord, and I'd rather be closer to the river. That would be like going to Manhattan and forgetting to look at the East River. No, that is a bad comparison.
Priorities in Paris:
1) Visit the grave of Francois Truffaut.
2) Make some amends.
