
WEIGHT: 66 kg
Bust: A
One HOUR:200$
NIGHT: +100$
Services: Deep Throat, Fetish, 'A' Levels, Strap-ons, Lapdancing
My feet were the only part of me not sad about leaving Paris. Over 9 days, we covered many miles on foot, subway and occasionally, the bus, exploring and re-acquainting ourselves with our beloved City of Lights.
It was our first international trip since the pandemic began and it had been an interminable length of time, 6 years! The pandemic was responsible for 2 of those years, but strangely, it also was the reason we were here now. A lull in the waxing and waning of the pandemic and reports of four different sets of friends who ventured abroad in the summer and fall of encouraged us to go, once an unforeseen, gigantic eclipse hole opened in our schedule. In late September, just two months before departure, we learned our planned 3 week special Falklands, South Georgia and Antarctica trip, organized around a Southern Ocean total solar eclipse on December 4, was off.
Did we want to move to a later departure? Iceland in the winter to photograph the ice caves? Diving in Florida, combined with Art Basel? Paris won out, largely for ease of logistical simplicity and because it had been, simply, trop longtemps. A few yellowing fall leaves remained during our winter trip. For months, reports from friends visiting Paris titillated us.
Proof of vaccination was required partout , but the logistics for obtaining the required Pass Sanitaire proved to be a moving target. It turned out to be simpler and much less expensive to do a New York-Paris trip within a New York trip, than to do a multi-city itinerary of Paris, followed by New York and then Sedona.
It was settled, a long weekend Friday-Monday in New York , to Paris for 9 days, back to New York for another long weekend Thursday-Monday and then back to California to switch gears, load the mountain bikes onto the car and drive out to Sedona. My friend Patricia, who retired in Paris and knows the city intimately, was a huge help in organizing this trip.