Wild in the streets

Man, how this city can be brilliant! 

Couple of weeks ago I wrote how good is to be alone here. Now I found out that it can be even better in a great company. Yeah, it took me that long.

All those magnificent places I saw a thousand times were in a very different lights last weekend. To be fair, they are in different lights every time a see them. And to be even more fair I had some great times and great company visiting them before. Nothing could top late night walks near the Seine with my ex girlfriend some years ago. The first coffee with my compadre and his family when they came to visit this spring. Or the look on my sisters face when she and her husband first saw Champs Élysées on their honeymoon... 

And I won't even go back in the nineties. 

But this time was special. I haven't laughed so hard for months. Well, I did. But not from the bottom of my heart. And I can't even find a reason. Was it them? Me? This place? 

Probably all of the above. Right time, right place, right people.

Every ride in a bus or metro was like a roller coaster of laughs. We explored the Montmartre neighbourhood from a new angle and I saw places I never saw before. We helped a lost little boy near the Eiffel Tower to find his parents. Even the Iron Lady seemed thankful that night. We had a picnic Parisian style with the Balkan touch on the heavenly grass of the Jardin de Tuileries. I finally passed the fence to get as close as I could to the immortal Jim Morrison. Last time I did that Boris Yeltsin and Bill Clinton were two main political figures of the planet. We bitched about how dirty and unhygienic are the streets and bars (toilets) in/near the Latin Quarter. But we still loved and enjoyed them all. And so much more... 

So in the end I can only say: After all these years I forgot how life can be simple and fun. Thank you girls for reminding me, it really was just what I needed. And I hope to see you again. Soon...