Oh, that sentence got away on me, didn't it?!
Although my mood did lift, there are challenges to it again today, and I decided I need to make a quick trip to Paris. Just a day trip, as I did last summer, en route from Bordeaux to Italy's Puglia region, and I thought you might like to come along.
Not much of a tour guide, but I'll point quickly as we stroll from the hotel in the 5th over to the Musée Cluny, and then when we get there, I'll go straight to a few items I thought lovely and then leave you to wander on your own. D'accord?
Can't wait for the weekend. You? Any plans? Perhaps you'll linger in Paris, you lucky thing. Turn a one-day visit into an imaginary weekend? Perhaps you'll be really lucky and bring someone special along, since it's Valentine's Day. . . .Oooh, now I'm really envious!
More seriously, though, if only slightly. . . do you find considerable restoration in remembering images of other places, of replaying holiday time? Or does that just make you feel wistful?