Pink Trash Travels


Paris Live! Changing Directions

Last night for dinner, we anticipated having a nice meal with friends. It turned out to be more of an elaborate affair as others joined us. As a result, Chris and I were regulated to the end of the table while the other guests spoke French all night long. Not that we cared, but I commented how one or two people can change a group's dynamics so quickly. So, after three hours, we returned to the hotel while the others, in Parisian style, continued the night at a local discotech.