I took many pictures, more than making up for lost time. I still wished I’d thought to take pictures in the gorgeous gardens of Versailles, not to mentioned its halls covered in gold and glass, and part of me, yes, a small part of me regretted not taking pictures of Sebastian.

But it was just as well.

For my last dinner in Paris, I decided to treat myself. I went to a restaurant my guide book, the invaluable Paris for Dummies (that wound up being a lot better than I’d anticipated), recommended. It was supposedly one of the best restaurants in all of Paris. And the best part was that I wouldn’t have to break the bank going there and formal attire was not required.

So in my jeans and sweater, I walked in and asked for a table for one. I ate the best steak I’ve ever eaten in my life and got pleasantly buzzed on a sweetly fragrant red wine. Then I devoured my new favorite dish, a crème brûlée.

I came back to my hotel at around 9 PM, feeling the pleasant ache in my legs that always came after good exercise.