I Need to Be There

  This is the lovely entrance to our apartment building, 13 rue Benjamin Franklin.  I love the old architecture found in Europe, so this door makes me swoon.  I showed my mother this photo and she said it looks like my husband "lives in the French Embassy".  I laughed.
  If you're a student of French history as I am (I love history, period) you know why a street in Paris is named for an American diplomat.  Yes, our Benjamin Franklin.  My husband said, "See, that is why you need to be here-to tell me about these things."
  Well, dear Husband, just as soon as that ticket is purchased, I'm there.