Last night we took a very long walk around Paris.
It wasn't our intention, one foot in front of the other, as we let our thoughts unfold, letting the scenery take our attention away from the bothersome leak.
Paris has scenery.
Before we knew it we had walked from one end of Paris to another.
A string with a balloon.
Or a birthday gift with a string attached.
No, I did not buy it.
Baked Alaska, for a birthday boy.
As it flamed we watched.
The waiter quickly came by, "You must blown it out!"
I assumed French Husband would make a wish and do so, he thought I would.
Thank God the waiter reacted, otherwise we would have had a burnt dessert.