
Which one would you use as Shampoo? Conditioner? They translate to milk hydrant and body and hair gel. Each day I tried one before the other, laughing that I might be scrubbing my hair with lotion, but it was Paris, so why not?

The flowers were in bloom everywhere we went, it was really something.


Being such a romantic city, the bridges are covered in padlocks with initials and dates written on them. Lovers buy a lock from the street peddlers, attach it to the bridge, and toss the keys into the Seine River.

Croque-monsieur and croque-madame for lunch. I had mine sans ham, and Henrik enjoyed the one with a fried egg on top.

There were whole pigs, roasting on rotisserie, right on the street.

And seafood markets, where you could buy strange-looking creatures from all over the world.

Then we found the grocery section of a Macy's-like department store, and they had seafood there!

And macaroons...

Fresh bread...

Bottled water (yes, this whole wall is water!)

And a section called "USA" which made me smile- notice the Oreos, pop tarts, and microwave popcorn!

My cold had reached an unbearable level when we stepped into a pharmacy, I demonstrated deep man-cough, and they sent us away with this amazing packet of cough syrup that really worked! Especially when chased with beer or wine!

And the French recycle! In these huge green receptacles, very interesting.

We visited Amelia's twin brother's wine shoppe and packed a box to ship home. What a fun place! We told stories and laughed, while sampling the goods.

We ate at one of Juan's restaurants the night before and had ceviche and a cheese plate. They recommended this amazing wine with a story where a tiny village outside of Paris lost nearly all of their crop during a frost, so 22 vintners combined their salvaged grapes into this one wine. It was divine!
The following are just random shots of the street that I took as we traipsed for miles through the city. It reminded me of Stockholm, in many ways, but it was not as clean and tidy as Sweden... and the people were much less friendly than in Scandinavia!









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