"When Americans die they go to Paris."
Climb up the stairs and see our apartment...
3rd floor up...that's alot at the end
of a sightseeing day!
Have some wine while you look around...
View from the sleeping loft...with a skylight.
Frida Kahlo looked over us like a
patron saint for our Paris stay.
I wanted to pack her in my
suitcase when I left.
Our little kitchen...we had yummy
omelets and crumpets in there.
Our address...ha ha...
in case you want to look us up
when you come to visit.
Next post we'll explore the neighborhood!