Thanks for the Memories
Springtime 1996. Being in Paris for the first time with someone I love truly, madly, deeply (even after we've been together for more than two weeks already, driving all over Italy and France, having a great time even though everyone said that more than three weeks of constant togetherness would make us both crazy ) Romance. Sidewalk cafés and wonderful little restaurants. Staying at The Royal Monceau, dining in the restaurant there and stealing sideways glances at Omar Sharif and his two lady companions, both elegantly dressed and of a certain age. Being delighted that the French were so friendly despite my rusty French language skills and the many holes in my vocabulary. (I could make myself understood in the present tense -- at least most of the time -- be polite, and order food for both of us. Merci beaucoup Mrs. Fletcher, Ms. Smith, and Mrs. Forrest, you taught me well.) History. Art. Musée d'Orsay on Mother's Day when I know the kids are safe at ...