Last summer we went to Paris.
I don’t say that to brag. It was part of our visit to my sister and her family, who live in Belgium.
Anyhow, one afternoon, my oldest son Jay and I decided to stroll along the Champs‐Elysees, a famous avenue in the city known for its romantic cafes and luxury specialty shops.
Needless to say, we didn’t sip coffee at a sidewalk cafe. However, we thoroughly enjoyed visiting a Fiat/Lancia/Alfa Romeo shop/museum. (Jay is next to the wonderful Alfa Romeo Mito, a car that sadly won’t be making it to the USA.)
One surreal moment was seeing scores of Chinese people getting wedding pictures taken in front of the Arc de Triomphe.
The point of this story? My romantic dream of experiencing The Champs‐Elysees involved a leisurely brunch at one of those cafes. That didn’t happen. What did happen may have been even better — a fun afternoon with my son that we’ll probably both remember for the rest of our lives.
p.s. Heather and I did enjoy a romantic evening in Paris. We had dessert at a divey bar, not on the Champs‐Elysees.