A week ago Monday morning Matt and I visited a Parisian landmark I neglected to see on my first visit to Paris 21 years ago. I don't know why I didn't go before; I just didn't. But it was very cool to see the Eiffel Tower up close, and to gaze down on Paris from a height of over 300 meters.
Here I am:
Here's Matt:
You look really great! I love that coat. Just one question: Where is the beret I heard so much about?
I'm glad you like the coat--I bought it the day before I left because most of my coats were impractical (one was too long, the others weren't heavy enough) for this trip. Plus I couldn't stand the idea of wandering through Paris in the only suitable coat I own: this threadbare, outdated purple affair(truly, it is bright purple) I've worn the last eight or nine winters. But I'm thrilled with this new coat--I love the herringbone!
I didn't wear the beret (cherry red, not raspberry) at all in Paris. It wasn't so cold that I needed it, and it always makes my forehead itch after a while, because it's wool. But I wore it in Brussels, when it snowed.