wendy and paris(not hilton)

If anyone has been in doubt, there can be no more... I am, indeed, in Paris. See the photographic proof. This photo taken at the end of today.... though it is now tomorrow... but not in Seattle - it is still yesterday (but we have no watches and never really know what time it is anyway). And yes, I am still a little zig-zag jet lagged from this craziness. But now I am good and tired with one well earned blistered foot from walking walking walking all through the streets of Marais - every building, beautiful, and older than my western mind can comprehend - and adorned with intricate little flourishes - stone angels and layers and layers of leaves or something that feels of a persons hands and heart and soul - nothing like the glass boxes we like to build. And yummy food. and cheap wine. and strong coffee. and beautiful clothes on beautiful people - so many lovely girls - not a good place to go if you are a woman with low self esteem - it is sure to sink lower - for the women here are carefree and (seemingly) effortless in their beauty and feminine strength. They all walk straight and with no apology.

This was a day for ambling with no plan, but ending up always somewhere we wanted to be, especially at sunset when we found ourselves at the top of the Pompidou looking out at the Eiffel Tower (and all of Paris at our feet under pink skies with lavender clouds)...and just as the sun sank below the horizon, the Tower lit up with hundreds of sparkling lights - utterly magical. ...can't wait for tomorrow. ...I mean, today.