And We Start Again...

I awoke this morning determined to put the agony of last night out of my mind. The sun was shinning and that seemed like a good omen to me. I puttered around getting together a light breakfast, and sat down at my computer to check my email. Only to discover that my flight home tomorrow had been cancelled. I burried my hands in my head, dismayed. But then a thought struck me, perhaps Paris was trying to make amends for the argument we had last night. Perhaps she was giving me a second chance to remember what I love about this city. And so I eagerly accepted the offer (not that I have any other choice). I must now rebook my flight, a task proving difficult since everyone is trying to do the same thing (a what must be the exact same time, since the system keeps crashing) and find a Hotel to stay at for tomorrow night, since there is a new person coming to occupy my wonderful apartment (and steal from me my awesome view). But perhaps I will stay in a hotel that allows me to view the Eiffel Tower in all her glittering goodness!