It always seems like a good idea at the time...
Trust me. I'm a doctor...
..."I cannot believe that you are pandering to the tastes of les Americains. I hate you, and I am going to pee in your shoes. Now where are my Gauloises?"
We are in Paris, being touristy.
I managed to more or less shake my cold, but The Gambler still suffers...something to do with an all-schnitzel diet, peut-etre?
The Eiffel Sock is progressing:
As well as when the sock is being worn - yes, that is a cat hair which seems to have travelled 6,000 km for the sole purpose of getting on my knitting.