Yes, of course I'm going to tell you about London and Paris with the teensiest. Right now, though, I'm fighting the time change and trying to normalize my pulse. Our flight home from Paris was cancelled after we'd been in the air about an hour and we turned back and landed at Heathrow. There we learned that the only replacement part available for our plane's problem was in the US and would be overnighted to London. Where, I might add, no one expected us, especially our airline's customer service people. Baggage reclaim, customs and an endless line for a bus were followed by a buffet that had served partying Visigoths earlier that day without replenishment. More long lines the next afternoon, then another wait while the plane was checked over again. Like lemmings, we fearlessly (yeah, right) shuffled aboard.
So now I'm going through mail, etc, but I did have a smile a minute ago, and I want to share it with you. A disciple of our old acquaintance the Copywriter from Space has found employment at The Gap.