Here I am almost to the end of my July spent in Paris. Although it has been quite an experience writing, reading, eating, and watching all things French, I must admit I am quite exhausted. I am beginning to dream in French - not that that is a bad thing.
Tomorrow I will give a recap of what I have accomplished in celebrating a month in the City of Light. I am still plowing through The Three Musketeers and am actually ready to be finished with Athos, Porthos, Aramis, and D'Artagnan. It amazes me how many scrapes and close calls they get embroiled in. And to think Dumas wrote (and wrote and wrote) the book with a dip pen.