Here we are pictured with our first glass of pink champagne in Paris. This marked the beginning of our eight hours of grown-up freedom, as well as the final hours of our trip. We would be flying back to Vancouver in the morning.
It was hard to believe we didn't have dinner reservations, a set schedule or even a map. No, for the first time in ages were off to explore the essence of the city with fate and happenstance as our only guide. We told the sitter we'd be home around midnight and set sail. It was ridiculously exciting.
Rarther last minute we decided to hop on a boat and experience the sites from the river. I purchased two cheese crepes from the on board concession along with a bottle of bubbles which we sipped from plastic glasses. I have to admit, the experience was on par with any michelin star.
I can still close my eyes and vividly remember the amazing pink and purple sky at sunset that night. It was incredibly lush and vibrant.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The hours passed quickly and with tears in our eyes we attempted to summarize our feelings and remembrances from the past three months. The bright golden glow of the Eiffel Tower behind us made it impossible to focus on reflection. We were still in it. Still soaking it up ... seeing, hearing, smelling, breathing and tasting these precious final moments.
We sauntered back to the hotel around 11:40pm and didn't have the heart to return to the room. So, naturally we stopped in the hotel bar for a night cap. We both took our final drink in complete silence. As millions of fond memories flooded in, the clock struck midnight. Just like that, tomorrow became today.