While Susan (Matthew's Mum) was here, we had a weekend away (!) in Paris (!!) without Elizabeth (!!!) and had a lovely, lovely time. We went to Paris on our honeymoon, and since we had our 5th wedding anniversary and our 30th birthdays this year, we felt it was a good place to go and celebrate. Not to mention the close proximity of England and France - a fantastic perk of living in the UK.
It was a fantastic weekend, full of wandering, browsing, drinking wine, drinking coffee, eating pastry, eating fabulous food, and lots of laughing and chatting. We also indulged in that glorious post-walkabout-pre-dinner nap. I adore that nap - sort of around 5 pm, when you get back to your hotel after a long day of walking, and snooze for about half an hour. Siiiiiigh, that is easily the best part of a true holiday, and Elizabeth just doesn't get it yet. The actual best part of the trip though, was that we didn't go to any museums, or tours, or real sightseeing, since we had already been there!! It was so freeing and was truly relaxed.
But I digress. Matthew has a fantastic camera. I have a chuddy point & shoot, and a Blackberry with a very dirty lens, thanks to Elizabeth. So here is our trip to Paris, with a selection of his photos versus mine. I will let you figure out whose is whose.
We did have a truly lovely vacation, and here are two little snippets of hilarity for you. We forgot to bring toothpaste - I guess the giddyness of not having to pack for Elizabeth got the better of us. We bought some in the morning, but I felt gross without brushing my teeth, and so. . . I brushed them immediately. I felt so much better afterwards.
Lastly, Matthew has really manned up this past couple years. He's taken on a few serious challenges in his professional life, braved up and moved his family across the globe, and to top it all off, he's become a pretty fashion-savvy guy. He has got great style lately - including his first pair of man-boots, complete with leather sole and heel. It took him a while to learn how to walk with the heel, but it's all worth it when he comes to a moving-sidewalk at a steep incline. I give you, my 30 year old husband:
It was a truly wonderful weekend getaway to Paris. I can't say that sentence enough: weekend getaway in Paris.