It must be Paris Day

I have a very romantic notion of Paris feed by numerous movies since childhood. A few years back, JD and I even planned a trip there, bought tickets, made reservations, but life had other plans for us. So we never made it.

Today, I was scanning the New York Times headlines email in my inbox, when I saw a link to this slideshow about steak frites. After I wiped away all the drool from my chin and sent the article to JD, I started flipping the channels, and sure enough, there is French Kiss on HBO. I so love that movie.

It must be a day to think about Paris, and what it will mean when I finally get there.

"I love Paris in the springtime . . ."