Bonjour, ma belle

Okay, Paris weather… not the best. When I landed this morning the ground was slick with rain and the skies, still grey. By the time I awoke from my two-hour power nap, it was brighter but no less cloudy. During the four hours Mel and I sat inside Hotel du Nord (that’s right, four beautiful hours with my girl, drinking wine and catching up, and we could have kept going…), the sun was shining brilliantly—unless you count the brief 5 o’clock downpour.



But when it was time to head back to “my” apartment in the 13eme in the evening, Paris was putting on a show…





… basking in sunlit glory.





And the view from my apartment…





Can I tell you how happy I am to be here?