A Few More Paris Pics

I’m almost done with Paris (at least, as far as blog goes. My personal love affair with the city is just starting). I have only one more post I really need to tackle, about the brunch we had on a grey morning, but I can’t for the life of me remember the name of the restaurant. I’ll have to enlist Rand’s help in looking up the name of the place, which wouldn’t be a bit deal save for the fact that he’s already looked it up for me, but I neglected to write down the name the first time around.

And he’s presently in Boston right now, anyway, speaking at a conference. My friend Kirsten sent me this picture of him on stage, and can I confess something? I totally squealed like a schoolgirl when I saw it, because he’s just so damn cute with his rolled up sleeves and his animated facial expressions.

Also, there are three of him. Mee-yow.

So that about brunch post will have to wait. But in the meantime, a few more photos of the magic of Paris, where even the telephone poles are lovable.

Or maybe they’re just needy.

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The city has its own soundtrack.

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And beautiful people just lay around, waiting for tourists to fall madly in love with them.

Does the guy in the white shirt come in a bearded version? Lovely. I’ll take two.

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And, I SHIT YOU NOT, the police officers wear rollerblades.

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I’m gonna go eat a croissant and pretend I’m still there.