I realized I never put up a "part two" for our trip to France. So here we go. For Part One.
After four days in Cannes, we took the train to Paris. It was by far the most beautiful travel experience through tiny villages, hills and valleys, rainy and romantically gloomy. We ate too much, drank too much, walked just enough, and explored until my brain was full.
One of my favorite moments was taking C through Sacre Coeur. Even though everything was in French and the place was packed, it still held the reverence and quiet I crave and reach for in the busy city. I showed him all the saints' statues and explained their stories the best I could. It's special for me to be able to share the important things I love with my best guy.
Our second day in Paris we went to the top of the Eiffel Tower. Even though I was mostly focused on the kids playing way too close to the rails, it was amazing to see Paris from way up high and imagine what the place looked like long ago. C rushed us back to our hotel to get ready for our 5:30 dinner reservation. He told me the restaurant had a dress code and I had to dress up— which I rolled my eyes to, and tried to convince him rules are silly and we should just stick it those fancy French rules and I should wear my Adidas tennis. I suppose I'm glad he picked out my outfit.
We arrived at a park, you know because even though we were running late we should stroll through on our way to dinner. It was beautiful and by far the prettiest place I had ever been. I kept repeating it looked like Narnia. We stopped at a bridge and he told me I was pretty or something. Again I rolled my eyes. I still don't quite know how to take a compliment. The rest I don't remember much of, just his goofy grin. But it ended with him on one knee and a ring so pretty, I still don't think it's mine.
So I suppose he's my forever man and we'll grow to be old and squishy and and completely wrinkled from laughing so much together. He'll make me go on adventures I never dreamed I could go on. He will leave me alone when I need to be, and bring back ice cream when he's back. He's the only person I'm ok with being smarter than me and I guess that's just who you're supposed to marry.
We THEN went to dinner at l'Arpege and had a 13-course dinner and wine pairing. The whole restaurant clapped when we sat down and the chef came out to congratulate us at the end of the meal. I really can't think of a better way to come down off of a dreamy proposal than to eat the most beautiful meal you've ever seen and drink the most delicious bottle of wine you'll probably never have again. He did good.
Our last couple of days we skipped around the Lourve, literally skipped, toured the Catacombs, ate some more, and walked until we had soaked up every last bit of the city.
Now we're home and I supposed we will celebrate it all next fall.
oh. and here's a fun video my sweet cousin made for us.