Dear Amy & Jordan,
You arrived in Paris a few days ago and it’s already your last night. How time flies when you’re having… the time of your life. At some point in your marriage, somewhere down the road, you might lose your spark, you might lose your way, you might forget what it’s like to get lost in a foreign city, lose yourselves in each other, yet find everything you’ve ever wanted right where you are. You might forget. So, we wrote you this letter so that, if you do, you’ll read this and remember how you feel right now, how you’ve felt these past few days, and find your stride again.
We wrote this so that you’d never forget Paris.
We wrote this so that you’d never forget Paris
The next two days were a blur. You rode an open top bus around Paris that took you to the tourist sights. You took a selfie with Mona Lisa – and in case you’ve forgotten, a selfie is when you take a picture of yourselves with your camera phone. Amy danced on the steps of Cathedral Notre Dame with the creepiest clown in the world. Instead of saving you, Jordan photographed it, and then paid 1 Euro to get you back. He would’ve paid more. He would’ve given all he had. You went to Lover’s Bridge and fastened your hot pink sparkly lock to the gate. Amy insisted that it be hot, pink, and sparkly. She was right. It brought brightness to the other dull locks on the cold metal bridge, just like she brings light to your life together.
You journeyed to Versailles Palace but had tickets for the wrong day. You were worried that you wouldn’t get in, but the quintessential French woman at the information desk, who you thought hated you, pulled some strings and jumped you to the front of the line. She was a lot nicer than she let on. You also met some college-aged Texans who took your picture for you. You recognized their accent, especially when you heard their y’alls. You perked up in Paris every time you heard an American accent and followed it up with, Where are you guys from?! You didn’t realize how comforting voices could be until ones like your own were the exception and not the rule. Speaking of voices, remember when Jordan made all the workers at the Versailles garden gate laugh, because of his terrible French accent? For as extroverted and embarrassing as he can be, Amy, he sure makes life a whole lot of fun.
Yes, you saw the tourist sights, but that wasn’t your favorite part. Not by a long shot. The lines were long. Most buildings didn’t have air conditioning. And bathrooms were few and far between. The group thing wasn’t for you. And while we’re at it, the water glasses in Paris should be bigger!
Your favorite parts were sitting in street cafes, sipping lattes, and eating crepes. Remember those Nutella ones at that place off Boulevard Grenelle? And the crème brûlée and éclairs from that small bakery, too? You didn’t love pastries before Paris, but that’s because you’d never had French ones. You two ate your weight in sweets, that’s for sure, but that’s not a surprise, because you always do. And no matter how old you are now, we hope you still do.
even though you might never come back to France, you can still always have Paris
So, if things ever get tough, you two, or the next time you’re having a hard day, read this letter from us, from yourselves to you, and remember how you felt in these moments, the cream of life, because even though you might never come back to France, you can still always have Paris.
Amy & Jordan
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For those who’ve asked, we been photographing our trip with the Canon 5D Mark III camera and Canon 50mm 1.2 L-Series lens. In hindsight, a wider lens would’ve been helpful! The European streets are tight, the buildings are tall, and the tourists are plentiful! If you need gear recommendations, you can view what’s in our bag by clicking here.