Last Friday, after a three hour lunch with three very inspiring and intelligent women, I started walking. I walked and walked. And WALKED.

From the Galerie Vivienne through the gardens at le Palais Royal, crossing into the Cour Napoléon and past the Pyramide du Louvre, then across the Pont du Carrousel and past les bouquinistes on the Quai Voltaire before turning down the rue du Bac and into the 7ème arrondissement, taking time to do some people watching and to swoon over the gorgeous pastries at La Pâtisserie des Rêves and les bûches de Noël at Des Gâteaux et du Pain.
Just as the holiday lights were coming on and the Eiffel Tower started to sparkle, I jumped on the métro and headed home.

It was a very good day.