I'm not sure how much I'll write about the honeymoon; I am, contrary to what this sequence of posts (or any public blog post) would suggest, a fairly private guy and kind of feel like those 10 days are for us to remember. However, it was too great not to share a little about the rocky beaches of Nice or the awesome, awesome, awesome meal we had in Lyon or the beauty of TGV travel or the museums and cafes of Paris or the thrill of Le Tour. We lived it up as a cousin implored we should, and by the end we felt like the beginning was months ago. In Paris, on Avenue des Champs-Elysees with the maillot jaune whirling by amidst the world's greatest peleton, the view of the curving Promenade d'Anglais in Nice seemed like it had happened weeks and weeks ago, which was exactly what we needed.

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