femaleindentistry

Love is blind and it shows. A friend of mine was telling me about falling in love. He and his new wife decided to honey moon in Paris. He had never been there but said ‘’leave it to me, I’ll make all the hotel arrangement’’. He knew some areas  of Paris from books, so a hotel Pigalle seemed just the thing. They arrived full of love an confetti, having flown of the last Comet air planes from the UK. They had to cart their luggage up three flights of stairs with the lamps going out every ten seconds. They arrived in it their room which had the bed and not much else. Was no shade to the central lamp.. It turned out that the husband had booked then into the nearest approximation of a knocking shop. They did not care. In fact the one of the strongest memories that they carried with them through they lives was the fun that they have shared and also tasted the best coffee and croissants.  Do we need to define love? If so which love should it be? What would love be without the fir