A Special Memory
I'm starting with this one memory but may add more when one pops into my head. Or not.
A few years ago Chel and I went to Paris for three or four days. We'd go out after breakfast and roam around until at least 11pm.
One evening when it was dark we cut through the Louvre from the back towards the front. All these beautiful buildings just had a few lights in the windows and it was so beautiful. Then a violinist started playing Mozart quietly somewhere in the dark where he couldn't be seen. Everyone just stopped in their tracks and listened silently to the indescribable sound. Finally, after what seemed hours but was minutes, it was over. We all applauded quietly. Chel and I were so happy to have shared this wonderful experience. The music touched our souls and that man gave us such a wonderful memory.
One evening when it was dark we cut through the Louvre from the back towards the front. All these beautiful buildings just had a few lights in the windows and it was so beautiful. Then a violinist started playing Mozart quietly somewhere in the dark where he couldn't be seen. Everyone just stopped in their tracks and listened silently to the indescribable sound. Finally, after what seemed hours but was minutes, it was over. We all applauded quietly. Chel and I were so happy to have shared this wonderful experience. The music touched our souls and that man gave us such a wonderful memory.