I WAS DOING JUST FINE WITHOUT PARIS UNTIL...

Pia's photos

Elisabeth's handsome asparagus vendor

These photos that someone linked to recently. (Can't seem to retrace my steps to find out who it was.)

Little tuggy things pull at my heart. Why not dangle a freshly baked croissant under my nose, then stamp it into the (wet, cold) ground. Hunh? IMEANWHYNOTJUSTDOTHAT?

Oh, but it's the old grass is greener syndrome to some extent. I kept