I walk home from work late at night along rue Rivoli and then along rue de la Roquette towards metro Voltaire. Along the way I watch people wander through Paris' early morning hours, whether from one bar to another, or perhaps just trying to make their way home, much like myself.
I often have a walking buddy, the barman from the restaurant I work in. He quickly became my friend upon getting my job, and he's teaching me a lot; a lot more than I was expecting.
Our conversations are long, and we talk about what it's like for him being gay in Paris, hidden dreams, innocence, friendship, relationships, love, humour, and respect. And we do it all in French so he's helping me to learn and practice more and more as the days go on. He's like a little angel.
Paris has so many different people here, and there's so much to learn from each one. Old friends and new ones alike, Paris is what we all have in common, and I think that says a hell of a lot.
Paris je t'aime.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
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