12 days of christmas in 7 days in paris

One Eiffel Tower.

Two feet around the very center of Paris.

Three French macaroons at Angelina at Versailles.

Four matching bracelets. Three years ago we bought matching silk-corded bracelets that the four of us wore until they fell off. Peter's was the last to give out, he wore his tiny LOVE amulet for almost three years! I didn't know if the store would still be there, or if they would still have the bracelets. When we found the store and I expressed my relief to the proprietor she said, "We've been here for 25 years." They still have the bracelets too, and we are outfitted for another couple years, or until our next trip to Paris.

Camille discovers the 4th arrondisement.

One of the huge fireplaces at the Chateau de Vincenne, five minutes from where we stayed. Where's Santa?

Six pounds of clementines a day. Stefan discovered the charm of squeezing the peel into a candle flame and now it's like, his job.

Seven nights of gorgeous lights. Also, Beaumarchais fans, squeee!

Eight stops from our hotel to Saint Paul on the number 1 line metro.

Ten trips a day to the bakery for croissants.

Eleven pipers piping.

Twelve drummers pounding in my head–I've had Bronchitis/possibly Pnemonia–I call it Cough Until You Pee or Throw Up. Having a fever every day has given this last couple of weeks an altered feeling, I knew I was sick when I couldn't be bothered to try on these shoes at Comptoires de Cotonnier. I don't recommend being ill. I do recommend Paris at Chirstmastime though, they have zithromax a plenty and you can always order online.