Paris on my mind...

our balcony in Paris

I've been dreaming about Paris lately.

I guess it was la Tour de France that stirred-up all the memories of that summer of 2002. Justine was visiting us for a couple of weeks, and every afternoon, after our morning sightseeing, we would rush back to our apartment in the 7th and watch Lance perform his magic. I can vividly remember all the details - the warm July breeze from the balcony bringing along the strange, but not unpleasant, mélange of fresh baked baguette and spicy Vietnamese chicken from the establishments below, the light buzz from the drink de rigueur - un kir, and the joyful exuberance of the 3 Americans in Paris who were fully cognizant of how good life is...