While I don’t usually do the touristy things when I travel, today I took the tour. In truth, four tours (loops) through various parts of the city. It was worth the 30+ Euros, since I hadn’t spent any time in Paris since 1983. (That was after delivering a Thoroughbred stallion to Bangkok, Thailand.)

The bonus was that I was able to add to my collection of horse-statue photos. Someday, in my spare time, I will put them together and compare them – war horses, generals’ mounts, artistic renditions, likenesses of famous horses, and so on.

Two different chocolatiers captured my attention along the routes, and I was forced to stop, make a purchase and hop on the next bus. I haven’t touched the samplings from the second store, but, I am not ashamed to say that I am glad I did not have to share the hand-made bar of chocolate mousse with a praline crust and a dark chocolate coating from the first store. Simply marvelous! Price and calories be damned.

And since dinner consisted of salad, I don’t feel guilty about the rich dessert. I know; I’m in Paris and I had salad for dinner. Can you believe that? I think I was carb-ed out from the Games.

Finally, how’s this for cliché? Because I am working on an in-depth conformation analysis of Valegro for my regular column in Warmbloods Today, I am literally a writer working in Paris.  I’m no Hemingway, but…

Now back to work for me.