Our Lives Are Not Our Own
A few weeks ago I had the wonderful privilege of taking a trip to Paris, France with my sister. For seven days we wandered that magnificent city taking in all the sites, sounds, scents and sensation of rich history and culture. We meandering down cobblestone streets passing flower shops, bakeries, wine & cheese stores. We devoured decadent chocolate truffles, loaves of freshly baked breads (particularly the chocolate croissants), rich wines and cheeses. Yes, it was quite heavenly!
We took in the Louvre and gawked at the Mona Lisa. We ate lunch at the top of the Eiffel Tower. We window-shopped on the Champs de Elysees. We even ran into Justin Bieber!
But the moment that marked the trip for me was…