There have been times when a good time is a takeaway.
There have been times in Paris where we (Ok *I*) thought our hotel looked /was Sacre Couer. It turned out to be a shoddy youth hostel using the Sacre Couer as a little advertising con.
Or times where hours have gone by nattering…about nothing.
Or times in restaurants, eating.
And yakking…about nothing.
Or the time in the Sistine Chapel sneakily taking pics of the ceiling that had a ban on any photos.
Or…just sitting around eating ice cream…
Looking back, there has been a lot of eating. Girls know how to have a good time!