Chelsea lives near Saint Martin Canal so my friend Cheryl and I met her there. The goal was to ride bicycles from Chelsea's apartment to the Eiffel Tower and then back to our apartment. I knew my legs would be noodles by the time we reached home. Noodles. Over cooked noodles.
Starting point:
Atmosphere!
Atmosphere!
Atmosphere!
Cheryl looked very French in her black and white pencil skirt!
Me... oh well.
Over the Pont Alexandre Bridge.
Admiration at sunset.
Chelsea led the way.
Cheryl was in the middle, and I stayed at the end.
We sandwich-ed Cheryl in so we wouldn't loose her.
I have always love this view of the Eiffel Tower.
Romantic.
Impressive.
We made it without breaking a sweat.
We snapped (Snapchatted) our families.
Noodles? Nope!
Sticking out my tongue,
Gosh I don't know why.
I was happy.
Not a flattering photo of any of us. Bugged eyed me barely in the photo,
Chelsea sticking out out her tongue, as if licking my face,
and Cheryl squinting with laughter!
We were so silly, so happy and thrilled!
I didn't care about how we looked, we just wanted to mark the memory!
Vanity out, friendship in, Paris yeah!
Happy!
Then we rode home, uphill!
And had the best dinner.
Wine
Cheese
Baguette
plus more
and
of course
we had
our friendship and
love
alot of it!
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