One evening my husband announced that we were going away the next morning. At the departure gate people gathered for two flights: Birmingham and Paris. And then of course I knew.
We arrived in Montmartre and started exploring its cobbled streets. I looked over the Parisienne roofs, thinking about Lautrec and other artists who walked the same paths.
Around sunset I spotted the Eiffel Tower on the horizon. The skies were cloudy and reflected the sun in shades of the palest peach and pink. I looked at the view for a long time wanting to memorize it forever.