My husband and I just got back from a trip to Paris. Ever the frugal pair, instead of frittering away our money on souvenirs or gifts for friends, we took a special tour on Saturday afternoon. It was of this quaint little place on Avenue Victor Hugo called Hopitale Americain. I left with a fancy French x-ray of my right foot along with a darling pair of silver and black crutches. Really, what more could a girl ask for?
In spite of this little mishap, the trip was great. I'll write a proper post tomorrow. Complete with yarn things. And skulls.