PJ and I were so jet-lagged and wonky in our first few days in Paris from the journey, and more accurately, from the 5-day wedding extravaganza in Newfoundland just prior to, that we were wide awake at the oddest and darkest times. One morning at 5am we took to the streets and explored the city at dawn, alone. If I had to pick one favourite moment, tough to do, but this 2.5 hour lovely walk would rank high. We were the only 2 people in the world strolling the grounds of the Louvre that morning. It was magical.

We told our French friend Fred about our morning and he sent me this: