I wonder what it’s like to be a Parisian. That is, I wonder if Parisians live in a constant awareness of how beautiful their city is. Does it ever get old? Do you ever really just get used to it? It was surprising to me, that even after visiting the tower every day, I was still surprised to see it as I rounded a street corner, or as I looked back after crossing a bridge to the right bank. I had already seen tour Eiffel many times in the course of our stay, but every time it still surprised me and I thought to myself, “oh my, there it is.” I wonder what it’s like to be a Parisian, to be enamored with beauty and history everywhere you look. After a long day of weathering the grind, with the weight of life upon your shoulders, do you ever round a corner, see the tower and still think “oh my, there it is.” I hope so.
My wife and I ducked into this cafe as the rain was starting to fall. You can actually see our table behind the menu board and just in front of the door. Eating good food and drinking a $5 coke, smoking Cuban stogies as I waited for dessert... nights like that should last and last.