Isla and the Happily Ever After

We talk about the shiny little nothings we see - people and cars and cathedrals, even la Tour Eiffel - but it's not that we don't have anything meaningful to say. The feeling is that we have everything to say.And where do you begin with everything ?

Back in Paris, the posters for the Olympics make me wonder if I should buy a ticket to Chambéry next month. But the tought of another crowded train, another crowded town, all of those crowded hotels... ugh. No.That's how I'm feeling about everything these days : ugh. No.

I smile up at him. "It's beautiful. But what come next ?"
"The best part." And he pulls me back into his arms. "The happily ever after."