Having spent six days in the sun (literally), my skin was probably ready for me to return home. I, on the other hand, was indifferent. Unlike my last trip to Miami, returning to Paris wasn't as difficult. Maybe within a year, I'll actually look forward to returning. Then again, we might be back in Chicago or another part of the world by then.
As for my last days in Orlando:
(1) I never found the Key FOB. Fortunately, Hertz didn't notice. Otherwise, I'm sure we would have paid dearly for the cheap piece of plastic. (2) Thursday's visit to Universal Studios was filled with glutonous eating behavior. It was probably a good thing that we only rode two rides. I might have tossed my hamburger, fries, pizza, chicken, churros... (3) There is only ONE Houston's in Orlando. If you ever rent a Hertz car with NeverLost, don't pay any attention to the listing of Houston's in Kissimmee. We drove 35 minutes only to find it didn't exist. So by the time we made it to the restaurant in Winter Park, I had been driving for over an hour and VERY irritated. Worse, Houston's discontinued baked beans on their menu. Whos doesn't love baked beans? (4) I somewhat had to force myself to eat Taco Bell. I thought I had been craving it over the past few months. I was wrong. Turns out, once I was in Orlando, I didn't want to eat at the faux Mexican restaurant. But I did. I should have run for another border. Not only did the cheese on my nachos taste odd, I shot my Dolce & Gabanna tank with Fire sauce. Thank God there was a grocery store nearby with new Tide To Go stain sticks.
As I look back, it was a good week for seeing friends, shopping, tanning and stuffing my face with both good and bad food. I can't wait to return in two years. Then again, I might be working and unavailable to attend. Nah!
While escorting our friend Dave from Chicago through Paris on Sunday, we stumbled across an "artisan bread tent" outside Notre Dame. Inside, they were demonstrating how to make baguettes. But being that it was over 150 degrees inside, I couldn't stand and watch much longer than five minutes. So, rather than document the experience through words, pictures will have to suffice. Too bed they haven't invented "smellyvision." Then again, I didn't capture the aroma in a jar. 
Preparing the dough.
Rolling the dough then placing in rags for "raising."
Placing the dough in ovens for finishing.
The final product - Atkins' lovers beware!
