And this is just how I feel, like a kid in a candy store--or a bakery in this case. In only 24 hours, I've had every conception of Paris confirmed and contradicted many times over. I've seen lovers kissing on the Pont de Neuf, I've counted the disciples on the front of Notre Dame, there are indeed 12. I've been in conversations with rude Parisians, and nice ones. I've seen men carrying arm fulls of baguettes or flowers. Even a lovely French women with her shopping and a big bite out of the end of her baguette. I've walked past the Louvre and a statue of Joan of Arc. I've fallen in love with a little boy floating boats in a fountain and even had the Eiffel tower play peek-a-boo with me from the tree-tops. Thus far, I have my rose-colored-glasses on and it's beautiful. Yes, I've seen many non-Parisian cliches and many people who aren't Parisians, this is definitely an international city. But that will have to wait for later. This morning, the flea market is calling and I want to live in the glow of my expectations a little longer.