I took exactly 7 photos during our whole trip, which is a bummer because Blake gave me a really cool point-and-shoot for Christmas. I was just too tired to open up my bag, pull out the camera, and hold it up for any amount of time. Add to that the drug-induced stupor I was in for most of the trip, and I would have almost no memory of most days. Luckily Blake is much more talented that I am in the photography (and memory) department and he took scads of gorgeous photos on his new camera. What would I do without him?
I especially love his below shot of the Eiffel Tower. It's so unusual and I love the contrast of the red elevators with the grey/brown iron.
I was determined to take Blake out for a birthday-eve celebration. I'd planned it all out in my mind: a fabulous french dinner with never-again-to-be-matched dessert, a walk on the banks of the Seine, and a night river boat ride.
Alas, it was not to be.
We managed the fabulous french dinner part, but due to my "condition" were unable to continue the evening. Poor Blake. It's not every day that you turn 30 in Paris. What a bummer when you have to deal with a sick wife.
Blake picked this lovely cafe on the Boulevard Richard Lenoir and we had an amazing salmon dinner with chocolate mousse and tarte citronne for dessert. Yum. I'm still salivating over that salmon.
Paris, I miss you already. Can we come back and do it all over again now that I'm feeling better?