The way-exciting thing to post from here is that Erin is sleeping over with a nurse from the OR at STJ. I think it is good. She is safe and having fun.
I took Dad and Caleigh to the Marche du Puces, but they were non plussed, finding a lunch spot instead. Erin was a great companion. We leafed through prints again, but even at 20 euros I decided they were not a wise memento, the paper was so flimsy. It must be straight out of a magazine, as this time we were looking at artsy perfume ads. Never retraced our steps to find the Limoges enamel. Dinner out again has Dad irked at finances.
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