Paris anyone?

Oh the Joy of living in a place where a two hour train trip lands you in Paris. Katie and I had the immense pleasure of visiting Paris over the Easter weekend. In England, all of the employed celebrate what they call "Bank Holidays"; basically the American equivalent to a public holiday like Thanksgiving or Memorial Day. Easter is as significant a holiday period in England as Christmas. Children get two weeks off school for "Easter Break" and I got a lovely long weekend, from Friday - Monday to play in gay Paris.

Kate and I didn't have a lot of luck with French cuisine, but aside from that, Paris was everything. Enchanting, entertaining, mysterious, slightly sleazy, occasionally strange, always so beautiful....it is a place that I could live quite happily, even with a significant language barrier.

I hope to return to Paris, but because there is so much more of France that I now really must indulge in, I can only hope there will still be time and money left for another Paris excursion before my time in Europe comes to an end.