Three sips….

Upon arriving at Three Sips’ flat we were excited to be greeted by note upon note – welcoming us to Paris and inviting us to partake of all of the goodness within the flat – bath balls, food and an umbrella (Sleepless’ favorite). It wasn’t the umbrella that truly tickled Sleepless’ fancy, as much as it was the note accompanying it, “Needing me? Take me.” “I might put that on facebook,” Sleepless giggled. I suggested she make it her motto for life.

Once Three Sips got home we headed into town for dinner. Our dining experience was divine – with each of us selecting unique plats: lapin for Sleepless, rein for Three Sips, and turbot for me. Being the brave travelers we are, Sleepless and I tried the rein. Even after eating it, we’re still unsure why kidneys are going for so much on the black market. Just before dessert, Three Sips was discussing some of our food choices with us and suggested our taste might be questionable. I quipped, “I wouldn’t necessarily worry about his opinion on this, he eats kidneys for dinner.”

Sleepless stuck with her standard dessert – chocolate cake – and Three Sips and I had café. “They’re so cute and tiny,” said Sleepless. “How many sips in a cup.” Without hesitation, Three Sips responded, “Three sips.” Mine was actually five, but who’s counting?