I went to Paris once. It was the early nineties and Andy and I went to pick out a new saxophone for myself. It was also New Years, and we spent the eve under the Eiffel Tower watching crazy Frenchmen set off fireworks in each other's pants. True story.
But I digress. . .
Through the magic of Facebook, I've reconnected with a lot of the music students I used to teach. One of them (a particularly nice one) ordered cookies for her friend's bridal shower recently. It was to have a french theme, and she was open to suggestions. Of course I thought of the Eiffel Tower!
Of course when I make these suggestions, I never really consider the complexity of the subject, just how cool they might turn out. C'est la vie.
