After a wonderful Christmas with my family in Toronto, Dan and I ran away to Paris. For some reason I had it in my head that spending New Year’s Eve in Paris was something I had to do. I put it on my hypothetical “bucket list” – which I’ve been meaning to write down one of these days. Just think of how romantic it would be! So, rather impulsively, I booked an Airbnb apartment over six months ago. We put flights to Paris on our wedding registry and got both of them (thanks Mom and Dad and Igniter!). So here we are. In Paris. Where we will be celebrating Year’s End on December 31st. They do not celebrate New Year’s Eve here. Instead they party on behalf of the year’s end. As Dan discovered, it is actually bad luck to wish someone a happy new year in France. You must wait until January 1st. Instead Parisians roam the streets and fill the bars and clubs on December 31st in the name of year’s end. Dan and I plan to stroll on the Champ D’Elysee with a bottle of champaign and two plastic flutes in our hands.