On Friday, our last day in Paris, we did a bit of a walking picnic. We bought bread and cheese at a grocery and then walked all over the place, visiting squares and cathedrals and geocaches and naked statues and all sorts of stuff, stopping to snack all along the way. It was great.

Meet Cézanne. From the looks of things, my best guess is that the thing she's holding is a vibrator. I'm just saying.

Rob with his French lovah - I insisted he grab her boob for the photo.

That evening we had a wonderful meal with lots of wine (I would like to note that Paris is even better when I'm a bit tipsy - my French, however, is not). We ended the day with a boat ride along the Seine - past Notre Dame, past the Louvre, past the Eiffel Tower. It was a fabulous end to the trip.

Now, ::sigh:: we're home. Coming home from a trip is always bittersweet. For me, anyway. You hear people say that traveling just makes them appreciate home even more, that they had a great time but are really glad to be back. To that I say - meh. I can't remember a trip at the end (or sometimes even the middle) of which I didn't beg Rob to please let us move there.

(Thanks to Di for anticipating my reluctance to come home and providing me with a perfect tagline - refresh if you don't see it.)

There were some reasons I was glad to be back, though. I was very much looking forward to seeing my babies again - there was much rubbing of faces and kissing and purring (them and me). They all piled onto our bed last night and I realized that Rob and I sleep in the equivalent of a twin bed on a regular basis - we're scrunched into the top half of our bed because the cats take over the bottom. And golly I love that, I really do. Today, we visited with both of our families. And I love that we live so close to them. And the Redneck Valley Target opens in October! It's a good life, even if it's not Paris.

I'll post a few more observations and photos from the trip soon. For now I just wanted to say that we're back safely and that just like I missed my family and my cats, I missed you people, too. And to be in the same missed classification as my family and cats? Yeah, that's a compliment.