Evelyn and I drove to her home in my car. We talked about my entire visit – the tangible stuff anyway.
Evelyn had done a little travelling when she was young, before she married Mitch's father and settled down in England. She remembered certain aspects of Paris as I shared about my journey.
"Paris is the City of romance, you know?" She said with a smile that carried such weight. "Too bad you didn't take advantage of that. Seeing Paris with a sister is one thing but ...". She paused and a look of faraway places and passionate love took over. "Seeing Paris, walking hand in hand with a man you love - that's what it is all about Dear."
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