The streets of Paris are dusty and stained. They are well worn by being walked on by millions of feet over centuries. Streets that lead people to where they are going, or away from somewhere they don’t want to be. Streets that connect buildings and people in a big city that is known throughout the world. We had been out to dinner at Au Bon Coin . The “meny-as-in-chalkboard-propped-on-the-chair” was in French, and French being a language foreign to me, I had no idea what was on offer. After trying to figure out what the different dishes were I chose one which turned out to be a veal stew. Flavourful but not necessarily something I would have chosen, yet (I think) it had an authentic taste of France. Coming back to the hotel and the tiny room with an interesting bathroom solution, we turned on the TV. It was surreal to see flames engulfing the Notre-Dame with headlines stating just that. Surreal to be in Paris on the very evening when such a national monument was severely damaged.
Life is a journey full of weird and interesting experiences. As the years go by, what was once new and different, has become part of the ordinary and usual. And those things which once brought amazement, no longer catch my attention. So instead of letting the new and exciting fade into nothing, I want to try to capture and keep some of these moments.