John and I just returned from Paris.  He was working there and I joined him for a few days afterward.  It was so much fun.

The city was swarming with tourists, we walked until my feet were bloody stumps and nobody ever mentions how much Paris smells like perfume, cigarette smoke and pee.  But it was still a wonderful trip.  The Frenchies were pretty nice, especially when I told them I wanted to practice my French, instead of switching to English.

Here are some pictures. John hasn’t put his photos in here yet, because he’s already gone to Crater Lake for another shoot.

Paris 2011