Leave it to my 17 year-old visiting nephew to take something as innocent as a railing and make it, well, less innocent.
While visiting the marvelous, somewhat-hidden courtyard of the Hotel de Sully (not a hotel, but rather a 17th century mansion), he suddenly starts cracking up and taking photos of a railing. I can't see why at first, stodgy old lady that I am. Then it clicks. Oh. That.
And now, of course, I can't see anything else. So I feel compelled to snap two of the manliest men I know -- my husband and a visiting friend, James -- in front of the manliest fence I know.
While visiting the marvelous, somewhat-hidden courtyard of the Hotel de Sully (not a hotel, but rather a 17th century mansion), he suddenly starts cracking up and taking photos of a railing. I can't see why at first, stodgy old lady that I am. Then it clicks. Oh. That.
And now, of course, I can't see anything else. So I feel compelled to snap two of the manliest men I know -- my husband and a visiting friend, James -- in front of the manliest fence I know.
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