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It has been a busy past couple of weeks, I must say. No excuse for not posting, but true nonetheless. This week I was in Denver and Ft. Collins, Colorado…with no camera in hand…it was odd. One highlight–more food–was an amazing sandwich I had at the Pickle Barrel, adjacent to the Colorado State campus in Ft. Collins. This sandwich shop came highly recommended, and it did not disappoint. My coworkers and I had already had a long morning with our clients, and we were sorely in need of a warm, hearty lunch. All three of us ordered the “Toonces”, which was a grilled turkey sandwich with avacado and Havarti dill cheese. (And all you can eat pickles, of course!) Six thumbs up from our three-some.

Anyhow…Paris. So, today’s set of pics comes from the day Jeff and I spent beneath the streets–in the sewers and the famous catacombs.

First the sewers. As I mentioned in my blog previously, neither Jeff nor I were thrilled with the sewers. As you can see from these photos, it was just a wet, drippy place with rushing streams of who-knows-what. There was no true sense of the 100+ year history of Paris’ revolutionary sewer system.

But the catacombs, by contrast, were just old and cool. You could truly get the sense that you might easily get lost in the miles of limestone tunnels piled high with the bones of six million Parisians.

I’ve started to sort through my Paris photos, and I’m starting near the end of the trip. As is typical, I am drawn to the more moody photos of Paris at night. I thought these captured that mood quite nicely. The one above is from our dusk walk through St. Germain. The shots below are from our walk along the Seine.

I’m really happy with how the new camera is working. I’m getting adept at using my body as a tripod, and that enabled some unique angles.

More soon 🙂

"The most sophisticated piece of technology you will ever pee on."

Nope…not the advertising tagline for a 2007 BMW. Rather, this clever TV ad line is for a home pregnancy test.

Hysterical. I cetainly wasn't expecting it and had to share.

No, I have not been home long enough to even DOWNLOAD pictures from Paris, much less edit and post them. Instead, I unpacked one bag, packed another, and headed to Ft. Worth for a few days.

But while we wait for the unveiling of Paris pics, let me tempt your tastebuds. My coworkers and I had lunch today at a local cajun chain called Razoos. For dessert, we were encouraged by our super-friendly waitress to try the "famous bread pudding". Let me tell you…if you are ever in the Dallas-Ft. Worth area, look one of the places up just for the bread pudding. It was increadibly moist and flavorful, and covered in a butter rum gooey glaze.

Yum!

Imagine if you will, that in place of the entry you are now reading, there was a brilliantly written piece full of local color, tidbits of trivia, and of course air travel stress. Well, that entry disappeared into the ether when I spilled my water on my Treo during our flights from IAD today.

Gone are the juicy details of our day that started at 8am in Paris and ended at our doorway in San Francisco at 9pm (6am Paris Time). 22 hours long, but the details of the day escape my weary mind.

What did you miss? Our stylish ride to the airport. CDG Terminal 1, which resembles a gray nuclear-hardened hat box. Nine passport checks at CDG…yes nine. Red Carpet Club. The pleasant CDG-to-IAD flight. The excruciating hour and a half we spent in IAD International Arrivals, when Jeff's bags were mistakenly sent to the main terminal. The light snow flurries at IAD as we were taxiing. Our cramped flight to SFO. The movies Flushed Away and Marie Antoinette. Sipping Starbucks liquer over ice. The taxi ride home. Dobie and Buster rushing to greet us.

I promise you the entire write-up, including a timeline, was riveting. Now its just notes 🙂

Thank GOODNESS we're home.