I had a lovely weekend, thank you. I'll probably gush about it for most of the week. Let me know if it gets old.
It actually started out with a sputter. The train ride there was horrific. But I'll post about that another day. Let's start off with something positive.
The last time I went to Paris was in the summer of 2005. Husband and the boys and I spent 10 days in a friend's apartment in the Bastille neighborhood. We had a great time.
But spending time in Paris with young kids is very different from spending time there with a girlfriend. Even more so because she likes food and wine and coffee as much as I do.
And everyone knows that being with a friend, someone who really knows you (and in this case, has known me for nearly 20 years) is like coming home.
So, basically, it was like a fabulous weekend at home with a very close friend, but with better food and a perfect setting.