Memories that last

Photo: Paris a few years ago...walking home

I took this photo while away for a few days. Our apartment was in the 7th, by the UNESCO campus. It was an old apartment but classic and fun. I loved that apartment...and it was our last night in town. 

We had gotten off at the Ecole Militaire METRO and were walking home in the fog.

What is it about fog that makes our moments dreamlike and last forever? I do remember this walk home. My arm trough Larry's and chatting about our day. Talking about meeting good friends and how tired we were.

We were on our way to a sweet little bistro near the apartment...

There was a homeless man that lived on the corner near our apartment. In France that how it is. He was there, day and night with a few absences. I like to think that is when he was gone, he was somewhere taking a shower.

As we walked to the bistro, the man was not there. I missed him. (we often say bonjour when we see him)

Dinner was good, the wine awesome, and the service was attentive.

After dinner, Larry ordered another complete dinner, with utensils. Larry always surprises me... it was time to go back and pack to go home.

We walked to the corner where the homeless man was asleep under his blanket. Larry left the meal near the man. 

It was a quiet, kind, gesture that Larry made. I love him so much.

I think I smiled the entire 10 hours back to Texas the next day.

The memories that last, are true gifts.

Love you beyond the moon.

Me