A Dream of Paris

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to walk the streets of Paris; to sample a decadent pastry, peruse the flea markets, shop the book vendors on the streets and gaze at the iconic images in living color.
Now that dream is coming true and I can scarcely believe it. Many obstacles almost derailed this trip altogether and my long-suffering DH who has lived with a wife who waxes eloquent over the Old World finally consented that the whole idea of France might not be so horrid (though it's not his preferred vacation in the tropics).

And though I'm frantic with packing both of us as well as daughters for their own trip this next week, I'm starting to feel a frisson of excitement. Thank heavens for Marriott points, frequent flyer miles and spare change jars. They really DO add up!

To help me get in the mood, I put a little France inspired playlist here, even including a BowWowWow song from the movie, "Marie Antoinette". Au Revoir Mes Amis! (my 3 years of French are rustier than an old garden gate)