And then 10 years later...our wedding in Paris. Attended by close friends and family, it was a perfect week of celebration. Walking down the Moufftarde seeing Dad Kirmse sitting at his cafe with the cheesy French potatoes, Lisa in the hippie shop, Jason sampling the white asparagus and strawberries, Aunt Mae and Grandma picking out new pashminas, Moms Hobbs and Kirmse surveying the flower shops, and, of course, Dad Hobbs checking out the many fine, stinky, French cheeses. Before dinner or after breakfast, it was the Place Contrascarpe where we would meet Justo and Tracy and Marta and Justin and Katie, Steve and Monica-- and then continue on towards the Seine for the next adventure or cocktail.
More on this wedding of ours and the many spots we found later...