If we didn’t have work, we wouldn’t appreciate vacations. Sounds like a crock of ish, but I mutter this to myself on the way in to work today after two weeks off.

They were two fantastic weeks. Much of it was spent in Paris with the Divine Mrs. V, both of us walking holes in our shoes. We must’ve pounded the cobblestones for 30 miles each, at least, over the course of the trip. (Though the French would measure it as just over 48 kilometers.) In addition we ate well, drank well and cultured ourselves to a sharp point.

Click to my Facebook gallery for photos. I posted a bunch. I’ll post photos here, too, along with more reflections and impressions. Soonish.