...we were packing our backs for Paris. So much planning, saving, talking about and dreaming had gone into the trip that my stepson, who stayed home to follow the footy, wondered out loud what we would do with ourselves after it was all over.
What else? Plan the next one, of course. Anyway, in memory of all that, here's a couple of images from the trip.
View from the Louvre
Ninth birthday, at the wonderful Red Wheelbarrow Bookshop
Friends in high places
Serge Gainsbourg's grave, Cimetiere du Montparnasse