While I think there may actually be a Paris, TN, I don’t think it exists just outside Nashville.
However, as I was buckling Kariss in our van after church tonight, she shrieked excitedly, “Mommy, look!!!! PARIS!”
My first thought was that she recognized a friend from class with that name. But instead I saw her pointing toward the sky. “See, it’s the Eiffel Tower!” I then realized she was referring to a tall steeple in the distance illuminated by the moon.
Ahhhh, a girl after my own heart. Maybe all the French I’ve been babbling to her over the past four years is finally paying off