Friday, February 06, 2009
it seemed like just yesterday when he suddenly turned to me and said, 'can you believe we're in paris?' and of course, i said no.so it is with a very heavy heart that i will do a last tour of the city, some last minute shopping at galleries lafayette, have a last breakfast at paul and a last dinner at hippopotamus.
then i'm grudgingly homeward-bound. i'll be desperately praying for a 10 day flight delay. should have asked the pope for some divine intervention when we were within metres of each other but maybe the nuns would have trampled me to death before i could even get nearer. ok definitely more on the later, let me e-sulk somemore.
isn't it particularly cruel when you feel most for what you set out feeling the least for?
i saw more places than originally intended, ate and spent with abandon and tried to drink in everything i could. it wasn't perfect nor trouble-free but i wouldn't trade this for anything.
the person i have to thank most was the unfortunate one stuck with me for two weeks straight. oh the horror. thanks for being my compass, always. and sometime bag-carrier.
by P at 9:02 AM |
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