I remember seeing that fountain. I didn’t think it ugly so much as . . . well, no, you’re right, ugly. I’m not a phan of Niki de Saint Phalle, really. Not far from there is a little place called Tout Chaud where the sell toasted, smoooshed paninis that are just pure sandwich joy.

Ah, Paris. Crazy city. I’ve never been propositioned so many times in one weekend (although I think they were all non-Parisians). I had to brandish my knitting needles in the threatening manner more than once.