C & I spent the last day of 2007 quietly - he was working, I was off braving the crowds for groceries.
We got dressed up for dinner and ate escargots, an earthy French version of an Italian New Year's Eve traditional dinner of lentils and sausages and a gorgeous bottle of wine. We finished at 11:30, donned our coats and hustled up the 120 steps to the top of Montmartre where we stood with a thousand others as we watched the Eiffel Tower mark midnight with its sparkly lights.
Random people set off fire crackers, sang and drank - it was a little mad.
And we stood there, arms around each other, laughing at the thought that we were there, together, in PARIS, for New Year's Eve.