Me: Boy, I could really go for a crepe right now.
AH: Ok, we'll stop just ahead.
Me: Where is "just ahead"?
AH: Um, the end of this building.
*Several more blocks pass with nary a crepe in sight*
Me: Seriously, I'm hungry. Where are my crepes?
AH: Right at the end of this building, you'll be fine.
My suspicions are aroused.
I am right to be suspicious; we are walking next to the Louvre.
I immediately replace my plans of going to the Louvre as soon as possible with a training plan consisting of working my way up through gradually larger museums. Right now I don't think I'd make it through Greek sculpture.
Lest you fret, dear friends, my tenacity was rewarded with nutella-filled crepe eaten in the sculpture garden of the Louvre on an unseasonably warm, sunny January day.
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