Honey embraced him. “Take me dancing, you big, strong, beautiful man.”
“Let’s take a shower first. Paris can wait.”
Honey and Leonard asked for no directions at the hotel desk before floating out, hand in hand, onto the exciting streets of Paris. In two blocks they found themselves on the Champs-Elysees, marveling at the grand avenue and the sculptured walls of the buildings along the way. Stone carvings of human faces and fruits and lutes decorated every nook and cranny of the historic structures. Restaurants with outdoor seating were everywhere. The smell of pastry was in the air. Most of the cafés had all the chairs facing the street.
“Looks like theater seating,” Leonard said. “Must be some kind of show going on.”
“We’re the show,” Honey laughed as she took him in both her arms and
