Laughter Is Good Medicine

and

Paris

 

Biking in Paris was a joy. Cycling to and from Domaine du Courances was a joy.

 

Mokonuts was a joy. The Mosque of Paris' tearoom was a joy. Ratatouille in a pita at Miznon was a joy.

Reading under the willow on the Île de la Cité in the rain was a joy. Boating by houseboats was a joy. Walking the Petite Ceinture of the 16th was a joy.

Covid at long last? Not a joy.