"We'll go in the summer," he said confidently, stroking her hair. "When this all blows over. It'll be great."
He'd tried to imagine what the French coast looked like, and the old city with its harbor and fountains and beautiful buildings. He'd never been to much of any place except England and Egypt, except for occasional Floo trips to Germany and Russia for bank business.
"Are you happy here? In England, I mean?" he asked. "I suppose I've been insensitive to never ask. Do you miss France? Maybe someday we can move there for a few years."