MADE IN PARIS

The other night TLW (The Little Woman) and I were watching the movie ‘Made in Paris’ a 1966 American romantic comedy film directed by Boris Sagal and starring Louis Jourdan, Ann-Margret, Richard Crenna, Chad Everett and Edie Adams.

The movie brought back so many romantic memories. On our honeymoon, one of the cities we visited in Europe was Paris. Paris is an addictive metropolis of beauty, elegance and romance. Having my young beautiful wife next to me, we touched upon all that was beautiful about Paris. The city of romance had indeed seduced us, and we felt the ebb and flow of this great city in every step we took.

When you have someone to experience the city with you, it becomes dream like, filled with dream like adventures that burn sweet memories into your mind and soul. The Champ Elyse, the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, perhaps a little outdoor café, maybe a restaurant with filet mignon, escargot and wine, the sweet smell of pastries and the beds of flowers that greet you as you walk a promenade, filled with lovers both young and old.

But the magic comes out with the moon, as we traveled to Mont Mare, overlooking the twinkling lights of this magnificent city! As we climbed the steps to the top of Mont Mare, there at the top were a group of young men. Stopping us they asked if we were American. I was a little hesitant to answer yes, but decided that I would tell them yes and duke it out with all of them. They instead applauded us!

The night was clear and warm, a sweet smell of flowers greeting the party atmosphere that pervaded the apex of our climb by dozens of laughing couples.

TLW is not an ostentatious person, she leaves my big mouth for that, but she made friends with the owners of a small little restaurant in the heart of the city. Ordering Chateau Bryant, escargot and wine a few night we were there, as we left for the last time, the owners stopped us at the door and gave us two brand new Francs, as a gift.

The city is notorious for love birds, and outside my hotel room, from two stories up, I observed this couple that met every morning in a parked car, where things would get hot and heavy every morning!

But like everything in my life, there is usually something that goes wrong for me. This time it was room service! It seems that every morning, we ordered breakfast sent up to our room. Ever morning a young woman would knock, and enter our room placing the tray down on a small table at the foot of the bed. This upset TLW, as every morning the young woman would knock and TLW would go running into the toilet to hide. Finally it dawned on me that I should run to the toilet and let TLW answer the door. The next morning there was the customary knock on the door,a nd this time I jumped up and ran to the toilet, it was a young man!

Vive la France!