He determined his next destination: Paris, France. In an instant, he was at the foot of the Eiffel Tower. Eyes popping out of his sockets! Quel Spectacle! He observed it with the memory of his late wife in mind and in heart; the city of lights shone not only in front of him, but also within his soul’s memory of her. Frank only wished he could visit all 3,800 Historical monuments that encompassed this magnificent city. He could hear Brigid say: ‘Hey Frankie, this is our second Honeymoon! Let’s get some raspberry berets and hold hands like teenagers while we enjoy the sights!’ A tear trickled down his cheek.