Friday, December 30, 2011

A Little Night Music

Allen called to remind me of the last time I saw Paris — on this date in 1985. We were spending a few days there before going on to Italy for ten days in a villa in Castelfranco di Sopra, a tiny Tuscan village near Florence.

On this particular day, we strolled around the city, and Allen bought a set of rosary beads for his mom at Notre Dame. We then did a tour of the Louvre, and discovered, much to our chagrin, that we were out of money and the travelers’ checks were safely locked in our hotel room, which was up near the Arc de Triomphe. We didn’t even have enough for a taxi, so we walked from the Louvre all the way back to the hotel. It’s a lovely walk… if it’s springtime. But this was deep and dark December, and by the time we got back, were glace. For years it was one of our fondest memories… and still is.

Bon voyage, Allen and Terry.