The Parisian epilogue

As if I didn’t write enough about Paris last fall.

I keep having these moments, these memories of our time in Paris and I have to remind myself that, yes, Bessie and I were there.

The whole experience still seems like something that didn’t quite happen. C’mon, a couple kids from small-town Indiana actually flying overseas and experiencing the City of Light? (Not to mention Germany, of course).

The proof is there, of course, in the photos and the souvenirs and the fantastic blog posts by yours truly.  But there’s still that sense of unreality because, I suppose, in my head I’m still just a guy afraid to fly working a newspaper job that would never grant me the money or the time off to make such a trip.

Eh, whatever. Let’s get to the photos, shall we?