Ah oui, quelle ce bon la quatorze a juillette (in pigeon, misspelled, grammatically incorrect french).
Thanks again to Gemini Cricket and Ralphie for a most terrifying and excellent adventure. Poor Isaac was a bit scared and very annoyed. He was 23 at the time and being turned out onto the mean streets of some sketchy Paris neighborhood at 2 in the morning with nowhere to go and having to find someplace to sleep on the streets when he was paying for a beautiful hotel suite some 50 miles away was not putting him in the best of moods.
But I believe he's come to regard it as a most fantastical coda to our time in Paris, as I always have ... even while it was happening (though, I was not above being a bit annoyed and frightened myself).
Still, now that Isaac and I have broken up ... I revel in the fact that we'll always have Paris ... and our Bastille Day adventure will never be forgotten by either of us.
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