Sally, edit this page. Help me remember what we did and where we went. I’ll add my memories too.

For now….

We missed our slot for the Louvre due to a late train so had to rush around the Louvre the day after instead. Sprinting around the Louvre asking “where’s Lona Lisa” in a foul mood

And the 40 euro taxi from the train station which hardly moved. The long walk with luggage to the accommodation. The hunt for cake shops. The busker playing our wedding song. Sally fell off her bike in the shopping street. The pizza on arrival! The opera! The orchestra. The Les Misérables! Joan!! He said, she said, jooooaaaaan.