Paris

Bags were packed the night before, like a little kid I couldn't sleep, too excited. Hubby drove me to the station in the fog. Train left at 8.08. I was in Paris by 10. Dropped bags off. Hit the gallerys. I love window shoping gallerys, like others do shops. In french they say "window licking" which I have always liked.

I spent the day at beaubourg and the surounding area. There are 30-40 independant galleries and there is always something at Centre george Pompidou.

Dinner with didu, fresh italian wonders. I LOVE PARIS