I was planning to write today about my rather eventful and entertaining (in a manner of speaking) first day back in New York, but alas! I seem to have either eaten my camera cord or packed it way down in the dark depths of my suitcase.
And while the camera doesn’t contain photos relating directly to the stories of the day, I do feel I ought to put New York photos in a New York post. Therefore I’ll save that story for later – be ready for it, as I’m sure it’ll end up a long’un.
I only have a few more hours here in New York before I begin the mammoth flight-adventure home, but I didn’t want to leave y’all with nothing to look at for days. So, more Paris!
P.S. There is one thing I must be open and honest about right now. Whilst packing last night, I discovered that in two days in New York…
I bought 30 bars of chocolate.
Which is not counting the ten or so already in my suitcase, the ten or so sent home already, the jars of peanut butter and peanut butter-filled pretzels…
I could have bought a pug with the money, I think.