Oh how I love the French.
Smack dab in the middle of everything one always is sure to find a Champagne Bar.
Top of La Tour Eiffel?
Check.
Middle of the 82 acres of garden at the chateau?
Check.
The royal dinner fete has begun, on the edge of the Turkish Carpet Parterres, which are all being lit with 2,000 candles as I type.
