It's close to midnight, the city is still alive - and eating - but we have reached 21,000 steps and it's time for the newlyweds to retire. What an amazing evening that began with a walk to an Italian restaurant that we passed last night called Frateilli's. It was the most delicious pasta we've eaten - and I say we because it seems the gluten here isn't a problem for John, He ate my gnocchi and his pizza as if they were going to take the plate away. The wine was fruitier than last night but just as smooth and delicious. Cocktails here, it seems are not the way to go. More on that later.

A lovely French couple sat next to us and after asking if they spoke English, we asked if it were appropriate to tip. The answer - if the credit card machine has an option to add a tip, you can do so, but it is not necessary and not expected. They congratulated us on our honeymoon trip and we finished our meal with  - of course - Limoncello and the most amazing Panna Cotta on a bed of raspberry sauce. Who counts calories here?

The night was warmer than Wednesday - or is it Thursday ? We've lost track of time already, and we strolled back towards our neighborhood, deciding on a cocktail at a Bear bar that we've often passed. Who knew that we'd get overlooked by bears in Paris? The bartender didn't acknowledge us and we chalked it up to being too thin and American, so we decided to move onto one down the very busy avenue. Ordering a margarita and mojito was a disappointment as there was hardly any alcohol in either drink. We've decided to stick to wine - it's more potent and more delicious than we'd imagined.

I grilled John on the relationships that came before me - well just one in particular - as I'm honestly curious about the one who had an apartment in Paris. I told him about my attempt at dating in California and how my mom only met one of the many. It was all information we knew, but in Paris, the conversations take on a whole new meaning when they are repeated. There's food and life everywhere you go here. I've forgotten what I do on a daily basis back in San Antonio - it simply allows me to have moments like this. And, of course, we couldn't stop at the Panna Cotta - we had to have gelato and I admit, a little bit of wedding cake frosting when we got back to the suite.

We should be more tired than we look, however, I know that once we turn off the light and I put the final punctation on this text, that I will be asleep before you can say Bon Soir.