City of Lights

In Mr Beavers studio, he was finding it really hard to find any kind of inspiration. No matter what he did, the page stayed white.

"hmmmmm!"

But he had an idea that might be just the thing he needed and would please Mrs Beaver too!

"Mrs Beaver, pack your case. We're going to Paris!"
"Oh my word, I've always wanted to go!"

Its seems Paris was just the inspiration Mr Beaver needed. Surrounded by so much history and beauty, he painted in front for the Eiffel tower for hours!

"What a beautiful city!"

While Mr Beaver was busy painting, Mrs Beaver hit the boutiques along the Champ-Elysees for some serious shopping!

"Oh the Arc de triomphe! How splendid!"

After so much time on her feet, it was time to rest them in a little French Bistro.

"I couldn't come to Paris without a croissant and a glass of Champagne!
(I better take Mr Beaver some too to soften the blow!)

Mrs Beaver arrived back at the hotel and started to worry that maybe she'd gone a little over the top, so she tried to hide some of the bags!

"Oh dear, there really is quite a lot here. What will he say?"

Mrs Beaver had a croissant on hand to distract Mr Beaver when he arrived back at the hotel after a long day of painting. But she need not of worried.

"Mrs Beaver, you deserve all of it. You do so much for us.
Anyway, I sold a painting to a lovely french gentleman that more than covers it!"

Mr Beaver was so hungry after painting all day, so he suggested treating them to a spot of room service.

"Mr Beaver, you have the best ideas!"

To finish their wonderful trip, they sat and watched as the sun set out of the window, snuggled in the hotel dressing gowns with some wonderful French Champagne.

"Oh Mr Beaver, I do love you"
"and I you Mrs Beaver, and I you"