"We got high in Paris!"
I can't remember if my mom or my aunt said that. We were on our way to the top of the Eiffel Tower. It was high. For sure.
Then, we got a little higher over at Hermes. It was a better high for me. I guess you could say it was a belated birthday party - My mom bought me a gift and then I bought me a gift. Remember, we were high. Aunt Dottie bought a gift too. Just not for me. She treated us to dinner last night.
From there, I jumped in a taxi and headed to a work event. Last I saw them they were headed to Louis Vuitton and then to the Louvre.
I was in the lobby of the hotel when the ladies came in. They had seen the Mona Lisa and Napolean's apartment, and they had managed to get their own taxi back to the hotel. They had a touch of the giggles. After a quick rest, we were out the door and headed to dinner. Destination: Le Comptoir Du Relais. A friend recommended. He said it was amazing. The concierge said it was impossible. And when I called, they said I could show up and wait for a seat.
The ladies were very patient, and after 45 minutes, we were seated and presented a menu in all French. We knew enough to order a bottle of wine, a cheese plate, and toast foie gras. Yum. We ordered our main dishes and enjoyed every morsel right down to dessert and coffee.
We jumped in a taxi and headed back to see the Eiffel Tower at night. Beautiful. And, we couldn't resist a ride on the carousel. At midnight we saw the light show, and from there we were back in another taxi. I asked the driver to take us to see the Opera house, and we passed by The Ritz on the way home. "Ladies, next time!"
It's 2 a.m. now. We started the day high, and we're ending high. Nothing better. Lights out.