With the Summer Olympics going on in Paris, it had me remembering back to the first time I went to France. The summer of 1988 was one heck of a learning experience from Aix-en-Provence to Paris. Most importantly, I learned I could fly away. Also, the best pizza ever was made by a street vender on the way to the town center in Aix, and I can NOT get the "Joe le Taxi" tune out of my head STILL to this day. The photos were taken with my first camera...a Kodak 110. Have the best day!