Dear Shaded Readers,
It's always a heartbreak to leave Paris. A gambler must feel the same way about Vegas, even if he's lost everything. With sophistication (deceit) I persuaded Valentina we ought to stay another day, and promised I would drive half of those 12 hours that it's going to take us to arrive in Florence. She knows I don't have a driving license, but that didn't seem to bother her this time.
It's a deal.
An extra day to calm down, enjoy the city. Go visit a friend or two
