No matter how sexy the guys (and the ones @Moondance pick are usually quite stunning), there's a part of my brain that just keeps reinforcing the image of Mary Poppins with the umbrella. No such associations with just rain though
Francois again ... not that I'd instantly recongize the bodacious butt; however, the tatoo of his last name in greek on the inside of his forearm *is* truly distinctive ...
I've been twice, back in the '75-'76 academic year, when my dissertation advisor spent a sabbatical year in paris, and 20 years ago, when my mom managed to visit Europe, and I arranged some business travel to coincide.
My most memorable birthday was the day I turned 30 (more than half a life time ago); it was the first time I got to play the english horn solo in the New World Symphony (Dvorak #9) (although it was only a summer reading orchestra). My boyfriend takes me out to dinner these days ...