So apparently I'm a role model for my niece, as far as swearwords are concerned.
And I nearly forgot to take the cash I'd drawn at the ATM.
My sister and niece both found trousers that suited their needs, tastes, and bank accounts.
And we found a gorgeous gelato shop in Montmartre.
Sacré-Coeur does not allow you to take pictures.
And I forgot my Internet-banking password.