Sunday, May 27, 2012
I'll leave you with the image of Michele (friend and travel partner) and I lugging this mountain of luggage up and down streets, over cobblestones, and through lines of people waiting to get into Notre Dame. Even though I'd spent a week walking those streets to and from the same hotel a year before, I managed to get turned around and lost going from the metro stop to the hotel. Our hysterical giggling didn't make us any less conspicuous. It was the first of many giggling fits as we bungled our way through Paris.