Well, well. There has been a conspicuous absence of sun during my short life. Although I know my daddy wouldn't put me on - I haven't seen much proof of how wonderful summer can be in this country (nor have my beloved abuelita and tío for that matter).But finally, last weekend, and again yesterday, I saw for myself just what type of magic Mr. Sun can work when presented with the unparalleled canvas of Paris!
Last Saturday Mom and Dad couldn't wait to step outdoors! We walked from our humble home on rue Lecourbe all the way to the Hôtel de Ville! After taking in a bit of Rugby on the place we ran into my beloved Godfather and his new heart throb (who always makes me smile).
I was a little upset that I asked for a margarita and only got a bottle of milk, but a few kisses later I forgave everyone and went on enjoying the day. I felt particularly special when a nice saxophonist on the Pont St. Louis dedicated a little tune to me. Ah it's wonderful to be a Parisian Princess!
Check out our sunny walk here: on the sunny side of the street
