This is something I meant to write about a long time ago, but I never got around to it. Now that we’re preparing to leave Paris, I was reminded of it.

One thing I will not be missing about Paris is what Tony and I refer to as “The Paris Symphony.” Each morning, starting at about 8:00, Tony and I are awoken by The Paris Symphony, otherwise known as the cacophony of horns honking on the street below our window. It usually starts off as one or two angry honks and quickly mounts to become the sound of another day in Paris. If you live in Paris and you need to get up around 8 a.m., there really is no need for an alarm clock, although I suppose some apartments have it worse than others.

39 days and counting.