There we were, passing time in the beautiful 7th arrondisement.  We’d just had a lovely dinner “en famille” at a little restaurant on Rue Cler, celebrating our princess turning 7.  In the distance, the sun had just started its’ descent.  Hues on the Eiffel tower were beautiful shades of soft silt and taupe.  Throngs of tourists trawled the streets, in love, in awe.

And what was the one thing, the one and only thing, JC Invalid noticed worthy of a comment?....“That girl there, I’ve NEVER seen it before, but she has as many freckles as you!”