Traveling with Mr. Golden Underwear.
Today, after a walk to the Grand Palais and Louvre, we went to visit my scoliotic cousin, Quasimodo at Notre Dame. While his name might ring some bells, I took the opportunity to pose for this Quasiphoto, as I’m at least 25 years away from a Dowager’s hump. Scott got in on the action growing a nice cyst on his cheek to have him become the hunchcheek of Notre Dame, as we simply naming his new growth, Chic’. After collapsing in our beautiful suite and not eating the macarons, as they pale next to macaroons, we headed to dinner at a famous bistro in St Germaine de Pais. I could pais on their food. Their Michelin star rating came from the rubbery texture of its steak. As we say in Paris, C’est La Vie!
Rubber Chicken 