This is an update of the amazing trip I took to Europe last summer
. Slowly but surely I’m posting about every day I spent on that excellent continent. To read earlier updates, click here, here, here, here, here, here, here, here and here. And here. And here and here and here and here and here and here.
On my fifth day in Paris my true love gave to me—no, not really. Actually I don’t believe in true love. I just believe in the Regular kind. You either love somebody or you don’t. There’s no such thing as fake love, so how can any one love be truer than another? I don’t buy it.
At any rate, my Regular Love (Poor Kyle, the man I married) didn’t give me anything on my fifth day in Paris, so this has all been nothing but a complete and utter waste of your time.
On my fifth day in Paris I…
…took pictures of beautiful meringues just because they looked pretty (I actually hate the taste of meringue in almost all its forms)…
…and then fell a little deeper…
…had a “speak to my soul” moment with the guy on the right in the sculpture behind me (Rodin’s The Burghers of Calais). (I stood there and looked into his eyes for nearly ten minutes and I think we pretty much bonded)…
…which bonding experience drained me so thoroughly that when I spotted one of these lounge chairs in Rodin’s garden…
…I didn’t even hesitate to plop my big American body right on down and lounge.
Oh yeah—and seeing The Thinker in real life.
That was all right too:
I have some bona fide Regular Love for the city of Paris.
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