Today we tasted a Greek Gyro for the first time in our lives. We will never be the same. While Eleanor waited in the park behind Notre Dame, I went to rue St. Severin and purchased one gyro. Now my job was to bring this savory smelling concoction back to Eleanor without tasting it. On the way people commented on how good it smelled. I finally made it back to Eleanor, and our picnic began. The sun came out and the birds zeroed in. Our bottle of Bordeaux lost its cork. Our glasses were filled. We…
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