Sinful Sunday: Paris

We had so much to do and not much time to do it: eat and provision for later; pack; get the bags down all those damned stairs; check out; catch a cab; catch a train.

So we started with what was important: he got me off. I missed the privacy that we had in Italy. It’s no fun having to be quiet.

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18 thoughts on “Sinful Sunday: Paris

  1. Not THAT quiet, if I remember rightly.

    (But I think I had thighs on my ears some of the time, so what would I know?)

    But we agree, utterly, on priorities.

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    1. Quiet yes, silent no 😉

      We caught the train so it was all good in the end. Although I would have been happier not to have been anxious about the time, the only thing I would have changed is to have done some of my own packing the night before as well. We might have even been able to manage more time in bed…

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