They made it. The stories they collected on the eleven-hour flight could fill their diaries. Ah, the joy of "firsts", the little details, the sparkle in their eye, the curiosity, the awakening of wonder that something new brings.
They were tired. Though from experience I knew we had to go outside and walk, and not go to sleep before 8pm.
They followed my lead, such troopers! Polite, kind, gentle souls.
We went to the Eiffel Tower because that is what you do.
My favorite spot to view it the first time is from on top of the Trocadero. They gasped,
"It is so much larger than what we imagined."
An utter down poured greeted them, and it barely stopped. I told they had to bring portable umbrellas which were well baptized today. We rode the carousel with the Eiffel Tower looking at us.
At one point on the bus ride home Marie dropped her umbrella, they simply stared at it as it lay between them. They were in such a tired stupor none of them had the energy nor the thought to pick up. I knew they were ready for dinner and bed.
At last, our dream comes true! Two weeks of being together in Paris and Provence.
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