In my mind, Joyce and Paul filled the gaps of my grandparents on my father's side. I spent many happy weeks with them over many years, including some holidays abroad. 

in 2015, we took a trip to Paris with their grand-daughter Laura when we were 15. We spent a lot of time seeing the sights and experiencing the city as tourists. 

One evening, we had walked some distance from the hotel and had dinner in a restaurant. Paul and Joyce enjoyed rather a lot of wine and were feeling very merry! It was left to us girls to navigate our way back to the hotel, me more so as I spoke French and Laura didn't. We managed to make it back, thankfully 

Joyce frequently regaled that story when I visited her, so I imagine it was as fond a memory for her as it is for me.