So who did we happen to run into that afternoon on the Boulevard St. Germain? Why, Dean's mom, of course. She and her husband Dave were celebrating his retirement with a three-week tour of England, Norway and France.
Thus, the meeting was not entirely coincidental. But with a paucity of Euro-friendly cell phones, it was still fortuitous to get her call from a pay phone to find that Mom and Dave were only twenty steps away from us. Miles, of course, was thrilled to see them.
Our newly expanded posse hopped on the Metro for Miles' first mass transit experience, en route to check out Sacre-Coeur Basilica and the Montmartre neighborhood on the north side of Paris.