Mark is in Houston, and I find myself wanting to take long walks during the time I am ordinarily in the kitchen fixing our dinner. The other night I rode the metro to Chatelet, walked to Notre Dame, and then home. It wasn’t a particularly pretty night, but Paris was winsome, nonetheless. So put on your walking shoes, and let’s go!
And then I was home again. And happy.
Now don’t you feel better, after that long walk?