My heart and soul are getting a little heavy when I think of the follow series of events:
1) Starting my day with an expresso, strolling around Paris. 2) Getting lost and flustered, because I'm in Paris. 3) Enjoying myself leisurely and quite remarkably so, for a huge slab of the day. A slab that is equivalent in mass to an entire cheesecake. 4) Finishing my day with a bottle of Bordeaux, maybe two?