How cool it is that we're "The girls who lived in Paris and then backpacked through Europe"

I don't want to toot my own anything and risk giving you the false impression you may have already gathered that I'm a little absorbed-with-self.
But just indulge momentarily with me in this delightful little bite-sized bit of joy:

The other day we were probably doing something quiet for fear of disturbing our crazy French host mom, and Alyssa said with a firey passion,
"Hey. When we get home, we'll be 'the girls who lived in Paris and then backpacked through Europe'."

And I couldn't help but slightly loosen my normally dignified demeanor to guffaw a little.
Because that is pretty cool.

The cool girls accidentally obscuring the intended view of the magnificent Mont St. Michel.

 Here it is:

The spooky island of quicksand, wax figures, and medieval creperies.

Love, train tickets, and au revoirs,

Banana