
I am either the luckiest dog in the world or the biggest sap. Probably both. Somehow in my net-sleuthing I uncovered a link for a houseboat (une peniche) for rent in the heart of Paris

Teak chairs on the deck will allow us to eat our meals en pleine aire and watch river boats pass by filled with envious tourists. There is a small aft cabin with double bed (for me, of course!) and a recessed sleeping nook in the Salon for my buddy,

I do wonder how up-and-up this is, since George's emails dropped off consi

(I'm a little anxious with the emails and have already alienated one concierege in Paris with repeated requests for a reservation confirmation, causing him to write: Nous prenons bonne note de la réservation de Chambre ... which roughly translates, through steely clenched teeth: "we have noted well your room reservation." Ugh. Note to self: Prepare for terminal politeness from French.)
I am also compiling a list of Must-Do's in Paris that are most excellently quirky:

Take tea and pastries in the mosque.
Go to a street market:
Visit the Catacombs:
Or ...
Take in the Magic Boat on the Seine, a cheesy magic show/dinner theater with: d'éblouissantes beautés Asiatiques, qui apportent subtilité, raffinement et glamour aux époustouflants numéros de Magie de Jan Madd.
Translation: Dazzling Asian beauties who carry themsleves with subtlety, refinement and glamor during the heartstopping magical numbers of Jan Madd. There is not one thing I don't like about the sound of that. (Watch this highly amusing video.)