Arriving in Paris on Tuesday afternoon around three, I'd already noticed that I'd left my umbrella somewhere in the Gare de Cahors before departure. Of course, it was raining. My intention had been to go out for a wander on Rue Montorgueil, but once I felt that soft comfy bed; I was off to sleep for close to twelve hours.
Coffee is an essential for me. I was out and wandering close to 8 the next morning when it was still dark.
The Rue Montorgueil was magical in just a bit of a morning mist. I headed over to the Cafe du Centre for a petit dejeuner.
I enjoyed being the only customer there for a while. Paolo and I struck up a conversation, and then it got busy with other patrons and packs of peope beginning to head off to work.
I even got to watch a Parisian move from a 3rd story in progress. It was quite a feat.
I'd been to the Cafe du Centre during 2016, so it felt a little like coming home.
Everyone was so nice that Lucie and I came back for a drink together after we had a grand "Lebanese" lunch.
I confess to doing NONE (except for lunch with Lucie) of the things that I had on my list for this present to myself.
I realized as the day and time went on that yes, having Paris waiting for me in the midst of the insanity and sadness in my life at the moment was important to me.
BUT, it also reminded me of another Paris trip in 1995 when I arrived to discover that Madam Vera had died.
It rained most of that trip too.
I felt it then and I felt it now.
Paris was waiting for me.
We shared our tears!
Happy Sunday and Happy New Year's Eve
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