About 6.5 years ago, we came to Paris on a work trip (his, not mine). We ate pizza at a restaurant and took a couple of photos there. Years later, we still frequently thought about that meal, but could never recall the specific restaurant. I’m not even sure why it was memorable. It was not because of the food.
Last Christmas when we were in Paris on vacation, we tried to find the place – just based on memory (his, not mine) – and had no luck. We tried again the first few days we were here when S felt certain we were in the right area, but again couldn’t find it. But then, on another wandering excursion, my proximity sense kicked in, and we finally found it. To commemorate finding this lost treasure, I had the brilliant idea that we should try to reenact one of our old photos from our original meal there.
Same restaurant (you can kind of tell from the railing behind me), same people, same sweater (mine, not his), different curtains. See for yourself. Interestingly (not really), this sweater was purchased in Paris on a previous trip and was what I wore to my job interview at TWM. It might be my lucky sweater.