I know I said I’d try to get a post up between Franco File Friday’s and I almost didn’t make it. Surprisingly, I have been doing what I normally don’t do when I’m on vacation – taking a {slight} break from social media use and prioritizing face to face connections… you know, that antiquated form of communication. So far so good though now that the marital celebrations, the free stuff (just check out this view from the apartment suite the Doubletree comped us last weekend!) and the three-day physically draining yet spectacular whirlwind NYC trip have all passed. I’m back to suburban living for five more days where the pull toward technology is once again irresistible.
It feels really good to be here and I must say, I can’t help but giggle in sadistic delight that I missed the Paris heat wave. East coast humidity is nothing to joke about but the access to air conditioning is a true luxury (and despite what all French people will tell you, you will not catch a cold by going in and out of air conditioning nor from going scarf-free in 85 degree weather. Complete fallacy).
But no visit home would be complete without a…
