The day that was…

Last night I watched how Paris was sieged by terrorists.  2 stand offs a few days after the brutal killings in Charlie Hebdo office. Were 10 people died. Mercilessly.

I watched with pain in my heart for the family of the hostages and the family of those killed. How could this happened to my favorite city?

It brought me back to the last time I was in this beautiful city in 2013.

Paris was our last destination of our 2 week European tour. I could not go to Europe without passing by Paris.

The day we got there I got sick. My cough & cold was in full bloom. We were there on the onset of winter and I was already very tired and it was so cold.

And yet I bravely decided to have fun. No matter what.

Which I did.

On our last day we decided to walk the long stretched of  Champs Elysee. We had lunch in one of the cafe’s there and people watched. After lunch we decided to go window shopping. It was so cold that I decided to go inside Sephora and shopped (even if I didn’t have any room in my luggage anymore) just to warm myself.

After staying in Sephora for more than an hour I went outside and thought if I can just find a lady cab driver I would just take a cab back to the hotel. I was scared to take a cab alone.

And there she was.

A middle aged woman wearing red beret and a scarf, denim jeans, red flannel shirt, a black leather jacket and a black ankle boots.

A lady cab driver. Who looked so chic.

Standing beside her cab. She was helping her passenger (an old woman) get off her cab.

So, I rode with her right away without thinking. I was sure I was safe with her.

I told TB I was going back to the hotel already. I will die if I stay a minute longer outside. Plus I was sneezing and coughing.

She was very chatty. Speaks english fluently. She was complaining about their government. At that time there were a lot of Romanian gypsies roaming the streets of Paris. Some sleeping in the side walks, some pickpocketing. They were just everywhere.

She was telling me ever since France joined the European Union it was not the same anymore. She hated how these gypsies invaded their city and being supported by their government.

She noticed that I was coughing and sneezing and she asked me if I am taking any medication. I said yes but about to run out and I said it was okay ’cause we were leaving the next day anyway. She said we will drop by a pharmacy so I can get some medicines for my long trip back home.

It was so sweet and thoughtful of her. My Parisienne cab driver. It made me love Paris more.

And now that there is a terror attack going on I thought of her.

I hope she’s okay. And her family, too.

And I hope the terrorists will not destroy the spirit of the people.

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