Making it to Paris in time for les Verts’s visit was arguably the biggest concern we had in terms of the timing of our move here. Many months before we landed on this distant shore, Nez’s dad had asked whether we were 99% sure we were moving to Paris or 100% sure. Only if the answer were the latter would he proceed with les Verts’s travel plans. Being eternally optimistic and a bit bombastic, we did not hesitate to respond, “100%.” We arrived in Paris with our suitcases a mere 12 days ahead of Nez’s sister and her family.
Click here for a full account of les Verts’ romp through Paris and Versailles, otherwise known in the Parisdise circle as, “When les Verts go marching in.”
Standing tall, standing long. Through the magic of perspective, Kingskid and Berryana are as tall as the distance from Apollo’s chariot to the end of the Grand Canal. We went walking and only managed to reach the beginning of the canal before breaking for lunch on the grass.
