Henry took me to several different churches on Sunday, but Saturday we stuck with the classic: Notre Dame. It was beautiful, but crowded. Everyone in Paris heard I was in town and showed up.
Henry took this photo (have I mentioned he's a photographer?). That's one of the best things about having him around: he gets the pictures I'm not skilled enough to take (and he has no problem getting up in people's business).
Unrelated question (that probably no one will respond to): Have you ever heard the word "nunya," short for nunya business (or bidness, if you roll that way)? Like:
Person 1: Who are you talking to?
Person 2: Nunya.
I'm not crazy, right? This is a totally legitimate word?
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