“I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.” ― Natalie Lloyd
A few months ago, I randomly booked Paris because I was dying to see my favourite band play live. Mr.Husband agreed to it, mainly because he thinks I’m nuts and so goes along with my random date night ideas. I knew we’d be on a budget trip but it didn’t bother me what hotel we stayed in, as long as it was clean and relatively quiet. Our philosophy is to spend most of our time roaming the streets and little time cooped up in a hotel.
Paris is just so damn beautiful and sexy. Sure it has the roughness of other cities but it’s enchanting. Mr.Husband said, ‘Wow, French makes everyone so much more attractive.’ I had to agree. Men in their 30s looked effortlessly delicious with their beards and Parisian fashion. I found myself mumbling to Mr.Husband ‘Jesus, why didn’t I come to Paris when I was 18?’ and he naturally elbowed me hard.
Even I started to feel sexier. (Note: I think the recent addition of Royal Jelly to my supplements has helped with that)
As we walked down a street in Chemin Vart, we came across three unusual shops along the strip. There was an erotica store, a store with African fertility dolls in the window and a fantasy/magic shop. Mr.Husband looked at me and laughed as he said, ‘This street was meant for you.’ That made me smile.
Later that night, we visited the Eiffel Tower and sat by the river to share a crepe. We didn’t know that the Eiffel Tower lights up at midnight and when it did we looked up in complete awe. It was only by chance that we’d gone there so late. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for everything that is right in my life.
Mr.Husband broke the magic spell with ‘I like her legs’ – he meant the Eiffel Tower (I hope). You know Nathalie Lloyd is right; the Eiffel Tower does look like steel and lace. Had the Eiffel Tower been placed in London, I assure you it would not look so charming or sexy.
Snuggled up in bed, I said with all seriousness, ‘You know if we conceived here, we could name our child Paris.’
‘That’s awful,’ he replied.
‘I know.’ We both laughed.
In Istanbul we found our faith again, in Paris we found our relationship again… I can only wonder what’s next.