Paris, I love you, warts and all. Everyone has them, even the City of Light.
Honestly, I am very tired tonight, mostly due to sensory overload from an incredible night of music and food. Ninety minutes of delicious Chopin, and then over two hours of perhaps the finest bistro cooking in the world. I won’t tell you exactly what I ate, but some of you might think it to be something that should have been thrown out with the scraps, not served in a fine restaurant! I assure you, it’s all good.
On that note (and these notes to follow) I leave you…
May your spirit soar as much as mine has, and…
Be well, and at peace,
Phil
