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Dom and Fran are adorbs.

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Oh My Gosh


And they've made it.

Finally.

All the way to . . .

"Behold, Frannie!"

"Paris!"

Oh my gosh.

Taking an overnight train . . .

"Good night, Frannie."

"Good night, Dom."

. . . and sleeping the miles away.

Giving themselves a little break.

All in preparation for . . .

Oh my gosh-

Paris!

It's to be one of the last stops on their trip, she can't believe it's nearly over and she doesn't want it to be.

She knows it has to end sometime and she never wants it to end.

And knows it doesn't have to end yet.

And is planning to enjoy it as much . . .

I can't believe everything we've done, everywhere we've been.

. . . as humanly possible between now . . .

I know for a fact I will never see Ocean Bluff quite the same way again.

. . . and then.

And now, . . .

"Ready?"

"Yes!"


They've climbed the Eiffel Tower.

"Did you know the architect built himself a little apartment somewhere up here?"

"No way. Really?"

"Yeah."

Strolled along the Seine.

"I won't lie, it's not the water city in Italy."

"No. But it's Paris!"

Found the cutest little bread bowl cafe.

"Oh, bread! Yum!"

Visited the Palace of Versailles.

"I just can't imagine living in a place like this."

"I can't imagine cleaning a place like this."

Wandered Monet's garden.

Oh this is so peaceful and beautiful. Whew.

Discovered the oldest restaurant in Paris.

How much to breathe the air in there, I wonder?

More than I make in a year.

Even with Casey's desperate triple pay raise.

Considered the Pere Lachaise Cemetery.

"Jim Morrison? Really?"

"Yeah. The hippies love it here, see? They just smoke pot and leave stuff and hang out by his grave."

Gazed in awe at . . .

Oh, this is so much more than Disney ever even dreamed . . .

. . . Notre Dome Cathedral.

Picnicked in sprawling Champs de Mars.

Mmm, cheese and bread and chocolate.

I'm in heaven.

Climbed the three hundred steps . . .

Tell my friends I died in Paris. Tell them I didn't make it.

. . . to the top of the dome of the Sacre-Coeur Basilica.

But tell them I was happy.

Toured The Conciergerie.

Such a pretty name for 'Waiting Room Before You're Beheaded'.

And, of course, strolled for hours and hours and hours . . .

Wow. The Mona Lisa is so . . . small.

. . . inside the Louvre.

And so much more she can't even keep it straight in her head.

But there are some things that are indelibly marked onto the memory tissues of her brain.

The guy peeing against a wall in a subway . . .

Okay . . . I'm just going to pretend I didn't see that.

. . . station.

The streetside flower woman . . .

"Bienvenue a Paris . . ."

. . . whom she forgot really was just trying . . .

"Le joli homme achete . . ."

. . . to make her own profit.

". . . une fleur a la file?"

Sashaying up.

Flourishing a beautiful red rose to Frannie.

Who takes it.

"Oh, um, merci beaucoup . . ."

And starts to wander off.

". . . argent, petite file . . ."

Only to have the woman snatch the flower back . . .

"Oh-"

"Pas d'argent, pas de fleur!"

. . . with a glare . . .

"I'm . . . sorry?"

. . . and stomp away in a huff.


And she remembers . . .

"Oooh, bonjour, cherie . . ."

. . . Sylvie.

"Oh, uh, bonjour."

"Oooh, Americans, no?"

"No. I mean, yes. Yes. Parie anglais?"

"Oui. Does not everybody?"

"Uh, I guess."

And then, in true French fashion.

"I am Sylvie. Vonderful . . ."

Oh, kiss on both cheeks, okay, I've only known you eleven seconds but oka-

". . . to meet you both."

She kissed Dom.

She kissed Dom.

That bi-


And Sylvie, lovely Frenchie Sylvie, . . .

". . . stay? We will have baguettes with tomato and basil, crepes with strawberries and cream . . ."

. . . is practically batting her eyes and cooing . . .

"Hey, that sounds great. Fran, what do you think?"

. . . at them, at Dom.

"Oh, uh, sure. Yeah. Great. Thank you."

And she tries to reassure herself that this is Europe.

"Wonderful. We have roommates, boys, and a salle de bains, um, bathroom, has hot water . . ."

And this is just, well, European for them.

I mean, RJ always had an extra hammock for whoever needed it.

I couldn't though.

I'd just fall out.

I know.

I tried.

"Great! How much?"

And this is also the way . . .

"Fifty Euros."

. . . that they find a room.

"Great! Great, Fran?"

"Great."

And she should be . . .

She kissed Dom.

On both cheeks.

I haven't even kissed him on one.

. . . grateful.

Grrr.


Honestly, I kind of feel like this entire story and every chapter therein should be titled, 'Oh My Gosh', ha!

Anyway, thanks for reading. :)