Our first night in Paris (second night of traveling together – the first was in London) we spent walking around the city. After taking the Chunnel over earlier and having spent a decent portion of the day finding a vacant hotel room for the night, there wasn’t much time to go “see” anything, so why not just take a walk. Neither of us had been there before, and we were both obviously anxious to see the most iconic of Parisian images – La Tour Eiffel.
So as we approached the Seine at twilight, I vividly remember us squinting along the horizon to see if we could spot the tower, which was apparently lit up at night. We started to cross a bridge over the river, the street lamps reflected in it’s wake, and we thought we saw something that might be it in the distance. But then we walked out from behind the branches of the trees lining the waterway, and there it was. In plain sight. Everything you’d imagine it to be.
We both just stood there for at least a minute. Saying nothing. And then Kim asked, “What do you think they’re doing in Champaign right now?” And I knew then that I was in trouble…
