They sat on a bench, people watching, blocks from the hotel, exhausted from the steps at Sacre Coeur. It had been a long, beautiful day in Paris, culminating to this moment, when he glanced to the left and noticed the Eiffel Tower. His first view of it at night. He nudged her, pointed, and she smiled and sighed a sound of pure contentment. He snapped a photograph, trying to capture the feeling of that moment forever.
He was in Paris.