Nightmare in Paris

Don't laugh.

But this is the kind of dreams I have.

I'm in Paris in a large, white room. My family is waiting for me to change clothes so we can see the city together. I can see the lovely skyline through an open door.

But I'm looking in my suitcase for something to wear, and all I see is one pink striped shirt. 4 slacks that don't go with it. And 5 ugly pairs of shoes - mocassins, Birkenstocks and Crocs - that I would not be seen DEAD in.

And NO guidebooks or maps.

So, yes, folks, for me THAT would be a NIGHTMARE. To be in one of my favorite cities in the world, with nothing to wear and no research or help to get around.

Go ahead and laugh!

But what is YOUR idea of a nightmare?