and post notes and photos about your poem like Mark J. Halliday.
I was on leave from the Army when I met my wife, Nelly, in Paris just before the French bicentennial of Bastille Day in July 1989. We were sitting near the Sacre Coeur on Montmartre on the 13th, which was when the French shoot off fireworks. Firecrackers literally were popping all around us when she kissed me for the first time.
Later I used to drive from Hahn Airbase, West Germany, to Paris about once a month to see her for a weekend at a time. We married in Paris in Sept 1990, and are still together.