More Paris. But First . . .

A fun thing happened on the way.

My pal David Chaudoir and I discovered we were going to be at the Atlanta Airport at the same time, so made plans to meet up depending on flights arriving as scheduled.  

And, the gods smiled.

We were able to spend a short, but fun, time together and Vickie and David got to meet for the first time.  

And then, next thing we knew, Vickie and I were on our way!  To Paris!  Squeee!!!

Let me just say here, for the record.

I hate flying.

No, I'm not scared to fly.

I just hate it.  If you did any flying back before the airline industry was deregulated in 1978, you might feel the same way.

Anyhoooooo . . .

We arrived safely, fell in love at first sight with our hotel, and the staff.  Had a bite to eat in the hotel breakfast room (ahhhh. . . croissants . . . ❤ ) and proceeded to explore our immediate neighborhood.

We had to wait a short while for our room to be readied while having espresso in the lobby.

I'm getting help with this info from Vickie - I'm a little foggy on the arrival details, truth be told. 🙃

I do remember getting to our room, loving it and our view.  

I think I remember that it was starting to rain.

And I think I remember we chose to just chill right there.  I may have dozed.

I think Vicki wandered out and returned with snacks and wine.  

Ah, Paris.

More tomorrow!