♛Merci beacoup, mon petit. Taking a brief moment now while Louis is in the shower, in the midst of our Valentine activities. It is past midnight here in Paris, but as we woke about 8 hours ago, and we have yet another 6 ½ hours before the dawn, the spirit of St. Valentine has kindly extended the celebration time for us *winks* 

If I may just mention: Louis gets many romantic holidays throughout the year. It’s nearly monthly. Why does it always fall to me to plan these activities?! I’ll tell you, it’s because I read up on the exhibitions, the galleries, music, the new films and plays coming out; I’m more aware of the current cultural happenings of this world than he is. Except when it comes to sports and politics (Sports I can manage, politics, well, I learned my brutal lesson regarding global diplomacy so it’s best that I keep mostly oblivious to this general topic or else there would be horrific massacres. Too many evildoers in positions of power.)

To start the evening off, the plan was to break into the Louvre and view the current exhibitions. Louis was particularly interested in the drawings by Parmigianino, and we may still do so, but we were sidetracked after sharing a romantic petit déjeuner. It was messier than expected and we had to go back to our apartment to change my entire outfit, in stripping it off, we ended up enjoying each other for a little dessert

*licks fangs* Because of course we did. Did you expect any less of us? And that was NOT my plan all along *innocent smile* Well. Alright… it might have been a thought at the back of my mind, during our meal. 

Next on the agenda *whips out itinerary* is the quartet I’ve hired to play at a certain location that I will be steering us towards, a romantic little courtyard lit only with gas lamps and candles. The cellist is a special gift to Louis, she is a teenage girl I have been secretly financially supporting, a gifted and mature player for one so young, who models herself after the legendary Jacqueline du Pré, a favorite of Louis’. We’ll dance to that, should he continue to be in the mood to do so ❤

After that, we will need a refueling, and I know just the place. A little real French cuisine, soaked in good French wine. 

Ah! Mon ange approaches. He looks fresh and ready for more. Better shut off the social media, he requires my full and undivided attention. À la prochaine *blows kiss*