Wanna Go to Paris?

Yeah, me too. 

Someone has gotten to go twice in the last 6 months.  He keeps claiming it's for business.  But when I get emails with photos like this:

I start to get suspicious. 

Somehow, I think "business trip" is man-speak for Guys Trip. 

And to make it worse, he decided to send me photos of our family's apartment. 

I miss this place.

And I really miss this view.

So, since I couldn't go in person, I thought I would give you the official tour, through the eyes of my husband and bro-in-love.

Here is the world's most random dining room, complete with priceless antiques and a plastic tablecloth. 

I think we have found the new definition of shabby chic.

The portrait of Jerome's grandparents, Pepe and Meme, that hangs in the living room.

The recently remodeled kitchen...

...which looks incredible compared to what it used to be, right Jill? 

Here we have the laundry room, with the world's weirdest washing machine and the dryer that takes 8 hours to dry 2 pairs of jeans.

And apparently Thug 1 and Thug 2 felt the need for a self-portrait before hitting the streets.

But not before taking a photo of my in-laws in all their 70s glory.  How sexy are we?

I am sure they were going for the dignified look here, but all I can think is that they got caught midway through a rousing rendition of the French National Anthem.

I miss the sights, the sounds, the smells, the history.  I miss wandering the markets near Notre Dame

And exploring new sections of the Louvre.

By the way, I have now been to the Louvre 3 times (please don't hate me), and I still haven't seen it all.  And 10 extra-credit bloggy points to the first person who can tell me what recent book/movie made this pyramid famous.

I miss the tiny streets, with the even tinier shops. 

I miss Montmartre, and all the artists.

I miss the Sacre-Coeur, and the rich church history associated with Paris.

And if you have never experienced a 7 story, full city block long department store, you have not really shopped.

I miss the excitement and buzz that comes with having millions of people in the same place.

I never thought anywhere but home could feel like home.  But this place is a part of me, because he is a part of me.  And my husband will always be my sweet, helpful husband

no matter where in the world he is. 

But, if he doesn't take me next time, we are going to have words.