For the past several years I have been obsessing about going to Paris. I am not sure why exactly, perhaps it was the season finale of Sex and the City or the Devil wears Prada. I’d like to think it’s because of my deep seeded French roots belonging to my great, great grandmother. I remember one day my husband asking me where I wanted to go first, France or Italy, and I had decided France for sure. So on a day in February, he surprised me with a trip to Paris. I have been beyond thrilled ever since. So this Friday, we are taking a 12 hour direct flight to Paris and staying in a rented ‘flat” a block from the Louvre. I will do my best to put my “poterie” on hold, while I stroll through Versailles. I am not leaving without some antique trinket from one of the Parisian flea markets. I am sure I’ll blab all about it when I return. Au revoir.