Sunday in Paris
OK, this is ridiculous. I’m getting my knickers all in a twist over my writing class today. “Creating Fiction,” it’s called. Why does that carry...
OK, this is ridiculous. I’m getting my knickers all in a twist over my writing class today. “Creating Fiction,” it’s called. Why does that carry...
Our second day in Paris dawned fair and perfect, with a sharp breeze and intense blue skies. After breakfast we were all agreed that a...
I think I need to describe our trip chronologically. It will give a better sense of what’s possible to do, odd to experience, fun to...