I've been dreaming, or maybe scheming of a way to get back over to France. The last time I was there, we didn't have enough time to visit Paris, and my heart longs to stroll her city streets. My heart also longs to revisit places in the south that were once home to our daughter.
It would be a working trip, requiring many long hours of photographing beautiful sites and taste testing food of course...but I think I am up to the challenge of all of this strenuous work! ;-)
Before I go, I will need to consider the physical harm I might have to endure, you know, neck strain from looking up...
And those thigh crushing, ahem...toning hills that parts of France are so famous for. It may not look steep in this photo, but trust me it was! And if you ever want to feel inadequate, stand on the steepest street you can find in France and watch as women in 4 inch heels glide up these uneven cobblestone surfaces, closely followed by people in their 90s lugging their daily groceries!
I have to admit that I was totally bummed when we didn't win the mega millions. First of all I was just sure we would win, I mean we never buy tickets, and the odds were SO in our favor, but alas it wasn't to be. Had I won though, you can bet your bottom dollar that the first thing after talking to an attorney, a few charities, and a financial planner would have been contacting a realtor in France to purchase my weekend home.
I would have booked my ticket to France so quickly that it would have made anyone's head spin.
It's funny how certain places grab hold of your heart and never let go. And it's not as if I have visited France many times, but the time I have spent there has given me wonderful memories...which I hope to add to in the years to come.