We toured the Pantheon today. We loved the chilly coolness of the crypt. In one small alcove, we stood between the tombs of Victor Hugo, Emile Zola and Alexander Dumas. #1 son pointed to the crypt of Dumas and whispered to me, "What a drag to have the name Dumbass." Teen Daughter wasn't too happy when she found out why I was laughing, so we sauntered off to this nice spot along the Seine and had some premier Parisian ice cream. Then over to the Cluny to look at artifacts from the Middle Ages. They have a real plethora of ruins over here. Last week we meandered into a small park for a rest and noticed we were surrounded by old ruins tossed along its border. The name of the park..."Garden of Old Stones." Tonight we meet some pals for dinner after some champagne and strawberries at the apartment. I'm heading home to sweep the floor. My housekeeping skills have really gone down the tubes this month. But guess what else??? I finished another chapter of that which shall not be named, just this morning. Ooh lala.
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