Somewhere in between the last post and now, AJB and I got married. The wedding reached far beyond my expectations and it was, as it was supposed to be, the happiest day of my life. I mean, I’ve had some beautiful days in my life, but this is among the top 3; the other two being arbitrary numbers I came up with for the purposes of this blog.

All the details of my wedding day are still being formulated in my mind and there is, at the moment, no way to put them down. I’ve tried. I think I’ll wait until I have photos.

I am, currently, sitting at the window overlooking houses and apartments, the backdrop of which is a grey Paris sky. A cool breeze floats in from time to time, the weather indicates rain on the horizon. Until then, it is stunning and actually rather comfortable.

We arrived in Paris sometime yesterday morning. We got to our hotel, the room wasn’t ready, so we strolled down the Champs-Élysées with the intent of seeing the Arc de Triomphe – which is very close. So very tired from the long flight, we stopped for coffee at a cafe on the way. AJB was chided by the waiter for ordering onion soup and coffee; against the recommendation of wine. I couldn’t help but laugh. Not because my darling had proven to this waiter that Americans are uncultured cretins, but the face the guy made was priceless. He was so offended, as if in one fell swoop, AJB has managed to insult all of France; at least as far as our angry waiter was considered. I suppose we should have known that when ordering onion soup, coffee is the worst thing you can drink with it. I’d imagine, working in a cafe on the Champs-Élysées, he doesn’t often run into tourists.

I thought it was hilarious because as an American, I’ve always heard about how rude the French are and here we were, only a few hours into the country and we’d already run into one. Other than that, everyone else has been delightful, helpful, and very sweet. I should also mention, that despite staying quiet and trying not to embarrass myself, I was also chided for using a fork instead of a spoon to eat my custard with. Go figure.

And then we slept. Jet lag took over completely and day turned to night. During that time, we watched a bit of French television – a whole lot of American TV dubbed into French, which is strange and fascinating.

Today we’re catching the train to London. AJB’s cousin Judy is putting on a play; we’ll be staying with the London cousins. Cousins all around. We’ll have dinner and stuff. I love London.

So far, this is the best honeymoon I’ve ever been on. It being the only honeymoon I’ve ever been on. I love my husband and I love Paris and I love London. Love, love, love.