This is me, seven years ago in Paris.
Sigh.
I'm headed back this week, riding once again on the airline coattails of Suzy. Am I excited? I'm pretty much wetting my pants.
A few months ago (after listening to a fantastic plug for it on the Diane Rehm Show) I downloaded David McCullough's latest book The Greater Journey: Americans in Paris, a historical volume about American artists/politicians/writers/medical students who went to Paris from 1830-1900. It may not sound very compelling, but it's basically been the most thrilling book of my life--driving me to the treadmill each morning just so I can get my daily listening dose. Seriously. I have a big-time crush on this book.
This trip coincides with my concluded reading (that's right: reading. I liked it so much, I went out and bought a copy so I could mark up the parts I liked as I listened. It's that amazing). And I plan on dragging Suzy around to all the sights I would never have known to care about before. McCullough even wrote an Op Ed for the New York Times on Bastille Day, which basically converted Dave to a newfound fondness for France.
So, Vive la France! And Au Revoir!
