Monday, May 24, 2010

From all directions we came, across the Pont Sainte-Louis, the Rue des Deux Ponts, the Pont de Sully, the Pont Marie, and the Pont Louis Phillippe like the zombies in the Night of the Living Dead. Drawn to the Rue Sainte-Louis en I’lle, for there we would seek salvation in the ice creams of Berthillon.



Anonymous VJ said...

I'm thinking they taste better than our homegrown Bruster's, right? Cheers & Good Luck, 'VJ'

3:49 AM  
Blogger Nicole said...

You are not kidding. Sunday night, I needed to get some bread for dinner and, walking up Ile St Louis, I nearly had a panic attack due to the hoards of people crowding the streets. There must have been a 100 people standing in line at the Bertillon shop. It is insane.

9:16 AM  

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