It’s almost ober

It’s our last few days in Paris before we head back home, so today we made a berry important stop at Galeries Lafayette — you know, for essenshul shopping. Soubenirs, treats, and portable French foods to tuck into our suitcases (and maybe our cheeks, if there’s oberflow).

Reuben took charge ob the tiny shopping cart, naturally, wiff Dougie helping him pick just the right fings, and Teddy came along to make sure we kept an eye on the monies. So far we hab fancy noodles, mystery sauces, and at least four kinds ob jam. Reuben spent ten minutes debating between two types ob honey before getting both. Barry found a tin ob biscuits that “smelled like a memory,” and we’re not sure what that means, but we bought it.

We still need to find:

Cheese that won’t melt on the way home

A tote bag wiff the Eiffel Tower on it

One more jar of something confusing but delicious

Also, Dougie disappeared into the wine aisle and hasn’t returned yet.