Last we were tuned to this station, we were roughly here.
I was completely gobsmacked by the once-in-a-lifetime pink moon ascending over the Seine as we stood with our evening bike tour on the Pont des Arts, surrounded by young lovers asking one another if they would care to dance at a mutual until-death-do-us party.
And then I got gobsmacked again by riding a bike around the almost completely empty courtyard of the Louvre at sunset on an incredible warm April night with my own as-long-as-we-both-shall-live partyner.
Apparently, two gobsmacking events in close proximity was enough to shake me loose of my blogging saddle for a month or four.
So here we are the next day reflected on the top of one of the highest and most ugly modern buildings in Paris, Montparnasse, which is really ideal since the view affords you the magnificence of the city without the visual blight of the building you’re standing on.
It means, “Until we see again,” which turns out to be now, except this time, I won’t wait so long.