I love Paris.
I love just about everything about it. I had the chance to visit there for only thirty-six hours in June of 1987 while on tour, but I was miserable the entire time!
Turns out, I had Mononucleosis.
“Ohhh! No wonder he was being such a douche! It all makes sense, now!”
Since then, I desperately wanted a redo.
On June 8, 2017, Sarah and I were married in a simple ceremony. It was the Judge, our photographer and friend Kim Carson (We love our photos!!), and the two of us. That was it.
It was a perfect moment.
For the next day and a half, we enjoyed our beautiful City of Brotherly Love before flying out to experience the fantastically amazing City of Light!
We were there for a week. It never rained once. It was everything I had remembered and hoped for.
Sarah had the time of her life, and that’s all I wanted in the end, really.
Nowadays, when I’m down and in need of it, I go to the opening three minutes and twenty-one seconds of Woody Allen’s beautiful film, “Midnight in Paris.”
It’s meant to be a day in Paris, but every time I watch it through, I relive one of the most perfect weeks of my life.
It makes me happy, plain and simple.
THE SCOTT LANGDON PROJECT 