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~