|Note to Self: consider a bigger coat.|
. . . and walk the Palace grounds . . .
It was chilly, so we visited The Orangery and enjoyed hot chocolate while sitting like cats in a sunspot.
We went to the screening, of course.
|I fancy that fellow on the left looks a bit like me.|
I had my own seat . . . at first.
Long story short, The American threw me over for a better vantage point. Voice or no voice, she has quite the self-interested streak. I can grudgingly admire it, but I don't have to like it. At least not when it works against me.
We flew home the following afternoon. A quick trip, all told, but a very happy birthday for The American.
And she still can't speak, which makes it a very happy day for me, too.