So it occurred to me that maybe I am doing it backwards, but I am OK with that! On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me 3 French Hens. So no I didn’t get French hens today but I did have French fries, from Chick fil a, that my true love did buy me. So close enough right, they are French or at least we pretend.
But that makes me think of the time I did go to France, where I don’t believe I had any French fries the whole time I was there. Honestly besides the crepes on the street I don’t even remember any of the food. But I do remember the beautiful scenery from France. I got to spend some time in the South of France in Nice, which was a beautiful beach, with a side trip to Monte Carlo. It was the most luxurious casino I have ever been to, and I have been to a few in Atlantic city and Vegas. Plus Nice had some of the best food ever! There were a lot of restaurants to choose from. After Nice we headed north, through Lyon, and finally up to Paris. Now that is one city I don’t feel like I gave a fair shot to. I think I need to go back, for more than 2 days, and really explore the path of the less traveled. I hit many of the major sites, and of course was wowed by the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre, but I want to see so much more of what the city has to offer. And the Mona Lisa is really small, so yes believe all they hype but it’s tiny in comparison to other paintings.
So that’s my version of the third day of Christmas! Join me tomorrow to see where the forth day will take us.