Last night, Emile dreamed that he and Louisette visited Paris...
Emile: >snore< L'orignal...est sous...>mumble<....>snore<
Emile: Ma cherie! I cannot believe we are back in Paris!
Louisette: Oui! Eet ees so exciting!
They strolled through the Tuileries Garden...
...and listened to a street musician.
A stop at la tour Eiffel proved to be a little disappointing...
Emile: I could 'ave sworn eet ees much taller than thees.
Louisette: Well, mon petit lemon, you know that things are always smaller than we remember.
They also enjoyed the great treasures of the Louvre.
Louisette: Très magnifique!
They shopped at a fashionable couture salon...
Nanny Wendy: I think madamoiselle looks very fetching!
Emile: I agree. We'll take it.
Louisette: Oooh!
...and stumbled across a small curiosity shop with an eccentric proprietress.
Holly Belle: This samovar was once owned by the Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov; she and my great aunt were close friends and would play mahjong together. That guitar belonged to David Bowie.
Later, they took refreshment at one of the city's famed sidewalk cafes.
Emile: Where ees that neglectful waiter? We need our teapot refreshed!
Giancarlo: You know, Emile, it's bad enough that I have to be in your silly dream; but to have to wait on you as well is just too much! >Grumble grumble<
Emile: Mon dieu! He was certainly rude...even for a French waiter!
Louisette: Do not leave 'im a tip.
Emile: Despite that rude waiter, I'm having a marvelous time. I think we should stay 'ere forever.
As soon as Emile uttered those words, everything began to fade away...
Emile: Sacre bleu! What ees 'appening?!
Louisette: Don't worry, mon petit lemon, we'll always 'ave Paris.