Ah, it's the little things

We've been here almost two weeks now, and the time has been blissful. Everywhere you look, and look close, it's the little things that makes Paris so charming. The other day (too many days have passed now to either number them, or refer to them by which precise day it was) after a morning of rain, we took an afternoon walk through the magical Pere Lechaise cemetery. On the way there, delighted as always to be walking the streets of Paris, we headed in a direction we hadn't before. Though it is still Paris, it's always fun to see a section we had yet to explore. With wide smiles and a spring in our step, we had just uttered the words, "Ah, it's the little things that make this place so special" and we looked up to see pink snow floating down to the sidewalk, and in little pink piles tucked into the corner of steps in a plaza. We stopped to revel in the magic of pink snow, then saw that the name of the plaza was "Place Albert Camus"!

The cemetery visit was a wonderful, quiet respite from the urban hub-bub. P even took some time to do a drawing of Oscar Wilde's tomb (it is the same cemetery where Jim Morrison is buried) and after our afternoon in the lush, beautiful park-like Pere Lechaise, we stopped along the rue La Rocquette for yet another perfect coffee. Our walk home got a little wet, but quickening our step was all that was needed to not get drenched. We got home, changed into more dinner appropriate clothes, and headed to Montmartre for a lovely, cozy dinner.

Saturday we went to a local soccer match - Paris St. Germain is the home team. It was a rivoting game - we won! - and we had a lovely nice walk through a few outter arrondissements on a gloriously warm and clear night.

The weather forecast for the next week is cloudy and rainy - but fortunately we're heading to Rome for a week! So next missive will be from Paul's homeland - Italy!