Time flew by so quickly and it was our last day in Paris.  We took our little one to the same carousel across from the Eiffel Tower that we had ridden on our honeymoon.  It was another full circle moment literally and figuratively.  I vividly remember taking a picture of my new husband of one day and seeing stars as we whirled by Paris in circles.  Now I had my little one bundled up and riding on a horse with me while my handsome husband rode beside us.  They had a photographer stationed there, and every professional photographer knows no mother is going to turn down photos of her child.  When our ride was over she showed us her shots.  The lights twinkled merrily against the early grey day and the music tinkled cheerfully behind us as we looked over the moments she had captured.  Overcome with emotion, I asked Burk if we could get several.  He said sure and I smiled and nodded at the woman, choosing my favorites.  “D’accord” she said as she deftly glued them into a faux gold paper frame.  Oh how thrilled I was to have all of us captured on my favorite carousel!  Then we walked down a short way to take a ride on the Seine.  The tour was different in the light of day and I was able to view angels on bridges, the marks from water levels, and all sorts of other details much clearer.  Although I prefer the romance and hazy glow of an evening ride, I think it was good to have a different perspective.  The English singer and songwriter John Lennon said, “Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.”  I tried to take in every precious moment in my beloved Paris before we left to travel back under the ocean to see the sights of London.  The word “souvenir” is from the French meaning “to remember.”  Going with me were my treasures:  my loves, my promises, and my souvenirs.