On our trip to Metz, France this weekend, as we were leaving the city, the GPS pointed out that we needed to take a right on Rue Clovis (Clovis Street).

I noticed this, of course, and being the nerd that I am, I said to myself, “A street named after Clovis. Awesome. He single-handedly changed the face of Europe. He’s a rock star!”

Before I could get too far into my reverie, Norm said, “Hey look, Stace – a street named Clovis. I know how much you love Clovis. Didn’t want you to miss this.”

Not only does Norm know me well enough to know that I love, love, love Clovis, but –  even if Clovis doesn’t make Norm’s hit parade – Norm cares that I love Clovis.

Then, he slowed down so that I could take a picture of the street sign. Without complaining.

Ahhhhhhh……

Clovis, King of the Franks

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