The last feast
The night before we left, Evan scored two fresh-from-the-oven baguettes, and we scarfed them like they were our last meal (ever, not just in Paris). We paired the hot bread with our favorite salted butter and I honestly don't think I've had better food.
What a fond memory.
We're unpacked and unwinding with my parents in Lancaster, and I hope to share some more photos when I am less jet-lagged.