I heard about the ongoing debates among members of my family who frequent my blog on the subject of whether or not the girl in the middle in the café picture a couple entries ago is me.

Grandpa, you were right, her name is Emily and she is not me.

I'll throw you guys one of my side of the table. If you can't tell which one I am in this picture, we should probably work on spending more time together. I put it in black and white because I was having problems with the color balance. Enjoy it, though, I'm almost invariably on the wrong side of the camera to have pictures of myself. The right side of the camera, that is.

Paris continues to be a magical place to live, though you wouldn't know it from the expressions on peoples' faces on the metro.