DH and I arrived in Paris - to spend one night there. Sadly, we could not find more time in the schedule to devote to Paris, or more specifically it's yarn shops, but I will be back.
We arrived in the early evening, so we got to the hotel, dropped our bags, and hit the streets of Paris. We went to a wonderful little restaurant - where the waitstaff kindly interpreted the menu for us. (DH's smattering of Portugese and my very limited smattering of Spanish and German were not helpful.)
We then went walking and found this.
I kept starting to talk like Pepe LePew or a castmember of Gigi.
This is what being in Paris does to a person who has watched too much television.
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