It’s been far too long…ten years…since we last visited Paris.
Even in the face of last night’s carnage, I think of Paris as a life-affirming place. Just “being there” is exhilarating.
On our visits, my wife and I will typically split up during the day. Having done the “must sees” of the city years ago, she will, in all likelihood, shop. And I will, in all likelihood, walk. Paris is, of course, a fabulous shopping city, and it is also a great city to walk. (Though you don’t walk on the grand boulevards, you stroll.)
On my last walk, I came across three boys, brothers, peering into one of the city’s magnificent fountains after a soccer match. They reminded me of my two brothers and me.
Our paths crossed for only a few moments a decade ago. Just long enough to frame them up, take their picture, and smile at their mother who, I recall, seemed grateful for a short break.
But I can’t help but wonder about those three boys. They must be teenagers now.
I hope they’re OK.