Remembering Paris
I was in Paris, France in November of 2004. I remember the weather was nice despite it being so cold - I wasn't used to 7degC-at-noon days. I remember the long French bread that sticks out of the paper bags of grocers, and the wonderful cobblestone roads. I remember we stayed at probably the best aparment Paris can offer - not because it was extravagant or anything of the sort, but because it was with a very accommodating French lady lawyer called Marie. She was our gracious host during our stay in Paris.