On a glorious day, Sweet G and I undertook a fierce and
frightening mission.
Past the realm of tall buildings and officer goers we
wandered, until at last we found...
the far away place where macarons grow like wildflowers.
In truth, we braved Downtown in search of new jeans
and new walking shoes. Honestly, I'd rather hunt up
a few dragons than try on jeans under those horrid
fluorescent lights, but we were in need.
After a successful mission (two pairs of new jeans each,
plus shoes! Huzzah!), we celebrated with a well earned
lunch.
This lead to an earnest conversation about our mutual
need to go to Paris... another mission for another (yet
to be determined) day. Sigh.