There's nothing like catching up with a friend. Rolling
with the random occurrences, minus one book,
several hours of sleep and any ability to think beyond the rational.
When the sight of the spot light on top of the Eiffel tower sweeping
across the city comes in to view, it's a reassurance that the world is
fun place, and better the less negative care you carry.
Battered and semi contious, I contorted through the metro
yoga that is the ritual and privilege of anyone traveling through a
major city. Checked in, sent Alex a message and went for dinner. Placing
my order in a very broken french, the response given in exceptionally
fluent English, oh well, points for trying. It wasn't a late night, but
it was a long sleep.
It was a day of the practical, cigar investment and
wandering, map collecting and working out what to do in Paris. Turns out
quite a lot. A grey sky day, didn't make the highlights of the photo
album, but the night lights, well that's something different, Christmas
was only about six weeks away at this point and the city knows how to
dress up for it.
Crouched down over a cup of mould wine, collar up and
beenie down, was quite possibly the smartest person I know. Quite a
funny look, but practicality trumps style when your against the cold. To
cut a long conversation short, we both had our issues with the opposite
sex and once we had both vented our parts, we agreed that in the
perspective of things, the good and bad are just character building. A
few laughs and a glass of wine later, the world once more was looking
rosey.
Light fading early now
Champs Elysée
The city is at its best after the sun sets
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