Sunday, May 2, 2010

Raining in Paris...


I believe one of the secrets to staying in love and staying "happily" married, are memories. Even when you look across the room, and think, "I'm going to kill him someday," you can still look back on memories, and fall in love all over again.

In the past four years, Scott and I have made enough memories to last a lifetime. We love nothing more than to sit and talk about the things we've experienced in France. One such memory went like this...

We were walking around in Paris with no plans, no particular place to go, and ended up here around three in the afternoon...

We decided we would lie in the grass between Trocodero and the tower, (as we did the year before) and stay until the lights came on. When we got there, those silly French had changed the rules, and this area was now off limits,
(the French can be really weird about their grass).

So we continued walking until we came upon a park to one side of the tower. We decided to stay there, and have a picnic. We took off down one street, bought some wine and some grapes (we had glasses, a corkscrew, and cashews in our backpack... 'always be prepared' is my Eagle Scout husband's motto) and headed back to the park.
The afternoon was perfect, and we polished off that bottle like there was no tomorrow.
We were acting a little goofy (I wonder why) and took some silly pictures. Scott had just bought me a new purse the day before, and I was just a little bit excited, so I took this photo, and entitled it 'these are a few of my favorite things'.


A few more shots from that day...





After awhile, we decided to change locations to get a closer view of the tower.

We explored a bit...

and came upon this little park...

We felt it had been built just for the two of us. No one else was there... we had it all to ourselves. Now remember, we have invested THREE hours into seeing the lights come on. Within about 15 minutes of getting to our new spot, the wind started up, the temperature dropped, and the clouds rolled in (the top photo shows us right as this storm was rolling in). We just looked at each other and thought,
"It wouldn't dare..."
Well, it did! It began to sprinkle. We hopped a fence, and stood under a tree. It began to rain harder and slowly the drips made it through the tree, and on to us.

Was I worried about getting wet... catching cold? NO, I was worried about my brand new LOUIS VUITTON. Despite the cold temperature, I whipped off my jacket, and wrapped up my purse. By now, it's POURING. We decided to make a run for it. We had no idea where a metro was from there, so we just blindly ran through the deserted streets. We popped into a small store, bought two umbrellas, looked at a map, and carried on. We jumped on the metro, and didn't speak. I was too afraid to look at my purse, which I had clutched to my chest, still wrapped in my now soaked jacket. I was shivering in my thin white tee, had water dripping from my hair, down my face, and Scott had the NERVE to say, "I think you are having a bad hair day..."

We got off the metro in Montmartre, and when we came up the stairs, the streets were dry. It hadn't rained up there! We walked through Place de Terre to our apartment, getting lots of stares (everyone there was dry) and went up the elevator in our building. We remained silent... both wondering if the purse survived
(hey... it cost more than a few $).

The moment of truth had arrived... I laid my purse down on the bed. I began to upwrap it like it was a newborn baby, checking for 10 fingers and toes... we held our breath...

IT SURVIVED!

I was mainly worried about the leather being water stained, but it was perfect.

Relief... euphoria...

After all this, Scott's response was...
"Let's open another bottle of wine to celebrate!"

~Only in Paris my friends... only in Paris~

15 comments:

KaReN EiLeeN said...

My husband and I are hoping to go to Paris next year. Went to Italy with the boys.....Paris we are saving for just us.

Loved your little story....

KAREN EILEEN

char said...

Fabulous story.

Some of our favorite stories are like that. When the unexpected happens and you have no choice but to "go for it" and it becomes a favorite memory. Sort of like our forced extra 3 days in Rome. You just never know.....

Loved the post....

Char

A Tale of Two Cities said...

It's stories like these that make Paris unforgettable. I love the way you and Scott take such a leisurely approach to Paris. We always have such a packed pace when we go, that I need to take a few lessons from you and learn how to chill and savor the moment.

Debi

High Heeled Life said...

Teri, what a great posting! Hubby and I just returned from Paris this week(it was our 1st time - BUT not our last, we are already planning for next year). I have been posting about our trip pop over and check it out
www.attitudeIVlife.blogspot.com
This trip was all about getting the feel of land - and look forward to our next trip when we will just wander and see where our feet take us.
Enjoy the rest of your holiday and just think what a great memory you made. Happy to hear LV survived!! :)

AuroraSuzette said...

It's always good to have a reason to open another bottle of wine! Very charming post, as always!

Jenny said...

this story is wonderful. It is so funny about Paris this world renowned city that it can hold nooks and crannies that in the midst of all the people, it can still feel so intimate and make a moment just for you two. Mine was oh, so long ago, but it was the entire Marais (at the time I didn't know it was a chichi neighborhood) so empty and me having a day to wander the centuries old rues, stumble into the Place de Vosges sans tourists, sit at a cafe, just me, and drink it in (it was a thursday in July). But what I love about your story is that it is so precious, what you and Scott share. A dear gift to not only have Paris but the cherish, so much, TOGETHER. THat is a gift from God. God bless you both.

Annette said...

Oh I'm with you. Sometimes a good memory and the joy associated with it can sustain you for the rough spots in marriage. Shared good times! Here's to many more, and may they be found in the most unexpected places!

Andrea - Faded Plains said...

I always enjoyr reading about your Paris adventures...and love that Scott's response was to open another bottle of wine.

The Flying Bee said...

Great story! I love Scott's response at the end of it all!

*The Beautiful Life* said...

Oh Teri --- You simply MUST move heaven and earth (okay, let's ask GOD to do that for you) and do whatever it takes to get the two of you to Paris permanently. Not only were you two meant for each other, you two were meant for Paris...

Never take for granted what you have...

Ruth

Call her..Chanel Girl said...

glad you got your priorities right with your Louis!

I can't believe you're not aloud to sit out on the champs de mar anymore - when we were working out there we spent every friday night having pre club drinks there and watching the lights on the tower come on - tres romantic!

Vava (aka Virginia) said...

Loved your story. And, yes memories can be THE GLUE! xoxo

mya said...

My back pack is never so wonderfully prepared. It is usually full of someone else's rain jacket, a book for the youngest, our camera, and a small container of cherrios for the kids. Want to swap awhile?

Cherry Blossoms said...

Great story and I agree its those little moments that you don't necessarily plan that sometimes end up making the best memories!

myletterstoemily said...

what a fun, romantic story. i think the
love interest was the bag. :)

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