Jour quatre-vingt six

...began with this winter shot on the way to the metro and lots of last minute gift shopping and running around town.

Then it was time for our closing dinner. But first, Madame said she wanted to do "something crazy, but not too crazy so we don't get arrested" so we sang on the subway. We sang every Christmas chanson we could think of for the next 8 stops, surprisingly got lots of smiles and even a soulful backup singer who wanted to join.

For dinner, we ate the best fondue and raclette until we could no longer eat again. Except there's always room for Creme Brulée of course.
Afterwards, we walked and found a club du jazz. And our second to last night together was a good one.

A demain,

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