I know it's been a while but that's what happens when you're in fabulous Paris and in the quirky 1920s artist town of Le Vesinet where the mistress of the house doesn't like the idea of "waves" in her house (I don't have internet where I live . . .or rather lived because tonight I'm at the most luxurious Etap Hotel in a small town near Omaha Beach. We've started our week tour of the western countryside of France and next week is Nice. Yes, my birthday will be in Nice. Chew on that for a second. I myself am still trying to digest it). Anyway, I won't talk about Normandie (no, that's not a typo . . .that's how the French spell it) just yet. But I will give you a few pictures highlighting my more recent Paris adventures (sniff . . .au revoir ma belle ville pour maintinent). I'm in love, I'm in love and I don't care who knows it!