New Years Eve was bottles of champagne carried through cobblestone streets. Old friends and new friends. Good food. Good wine. Crowds of foreigners huddled against the rain under the Eiffel Tower. Ducking amature fireworks on the Champ de Mars. Text messages bouncing across the ocean.
New Years Day was waking as others went to bed to walk empty streets. Drinking coffee across from Roman Baths. Not settling on resolutions. Lazing instead. Dinner with a dog that looked like a cartoon.
Now, to decide what to do on the last day before I head across the Channel for part two...
