We went on vacation to Europe in August, and the first place we visited was Paris. This is one of our favorite cities, and we have spent lots of time there because I studied there for a year in 2001-2002. On our last night there, we went for a really nice dinner at Monmartre, which is a part of the city that sits a little higher than the rest. After dinner, we walked over to Sacre Coeur, a beautiful old church and looked at the city with all of the lights. This is where Bill planned to ask me, but things did not happen as planned. A group of Germans nearby started up a conversation with us and invited us to have a few drinks with them. I immediately accepted and began talking with them about Munich, which was the next stop on our trip. After several drinks, we decided to head back to our hotel for the night.
We walked through the Moulin Rouge area to get to the Metro stop. This area is full of sex shops, but is really kitschy and touristy. We had been in that area of the city a hundred times, but Bill kept making very strange comments about how we was not happy to be walking through there. It made no sense to me at all, and I thought he was acting really weird.
Only later did I realize that it was because he had wanted to try and ask me on the walk, not remembering what the atmosphere was like in that neighborhood. We eventually made it back to the hotel, and I got ready for bed. When I got in next to Bill, he pulled out the ring. I was completely shocked! He told me how he had planned to ask me all night, but it just didn't go as planned. The first words out of my mouth were "Oh, so that's what's wrong with you!" Then, I said "yes." We still laugh every time we tell that story, and I think we will be staying at that same hotel every time we back go to Paris for the rest of our lives.
