Ashley in Paris

The dominoes continued to fall. Rich was still down to food poisoning, The Husband had caught my feverish cold. Rochelle thought she might be catching what Rich had. I was finally on the upside but Ashley was going down. If you’re keeping track, only the Marsha and Judy were still whole.

While the men were down and Rochelle was care-taking, The Sisters and I did a some shopping and checking in at the various Emily in Paris sites with Ashley being our Emily (the only one with the outfit and the youth). This was Ashley’s first trip to Paris. I’m not sure she’s a fan but this day did a lot to persuade her.

By Saturday, our Emily was laid up from a bad back so we left her to a hot bath while the three remaining Original Sisters and The Husband battled a shopping crowd so dense and ridiculous that they were controlling the escalator traffic. They called it Black Friday. Seems the French have adopted one of my least favorite American holidays.

Tomorrow Strasbourg for the Christmas markets. I’m hopeful we are seven strong.