I recently visited London and Paris. I had long dreamed of vising these places as they have lived in my imagination for years from reading books. Using the subway systems of Philadelphia and New York City, primed me for the London Underground and the Parisian Metro system.
On one of my many excursions around London, I descended the steps into the underground, and encountered a smiling, red-faced uniformed attendant.
“Hello!” I said.
“Hello!” he returned.
I inquired about the best route to get to my destination.
“Take the Circle Line to Baker Street, transfer to the Jubilee Line. Get off at Southwark and it is only a short walk to the Globe.”
This was typical of my experience in the London Underground— easy to navigate with friendly attendants and patrons who were willing to answer your questions.
In Paris, perhaps the incongruity of being in a strange land made my existence there somehow congruent. I felt at home at last. Once I arrived in Paris, I approached a Parisian Metro booth and spoke to one of the attendants.
Although I did not speak the language, I was able to communicate well enough to find my way, with a few words and hand gestures.
On one of my last days in the city, I was sitting outside, having a glass of red wine at the Café de Flore on Boulevard Saint Germaine. A Frenchman who took the table next to mine, lit up a cigar and then glanced in my direction to ask if I was offended by the cigar smoke.
“Oh, no,” I said, “I understand that people who sit outside often smoke and I am not offended.”
He nodded and smiled. He took a couple of puffs off his cigar and we began talking, he in perfect English. We talked for a long time about a wide range of events including the recent terrorist attacks. I mentioned the increased security around the metro. He shared that he had just talked to his daughter who lives in the neighbourhood where the attacks occurred and she felt safe using the Metro System.
“Yes,” he cautioned, “but the police and soldiers cannot be everywhere. You have to be vigilant. In effect, we have to be responsible for our own security.”
As we were sitting there, we watched many police vehicles driving by with their sirens blaring.
“Something’s going on,” he said.
Then he pointed out that if a car were to pull up in front of us right now and gunmen got out and started shooting, what could we do about it? Nothing! He was right of course. So I concluded that the French are a little fatalistic about such things.
C’est la vie?
I travelled to London and Paris by myself because I needed to be alone. I needed time to think about my life and my absurd existence with only myself for company as I walked the cobblestone streets of Montmartre. The encounters that I did have gave me reason to believe in the possibility of happiness and the hope for humanity. I found in both London and Paris, a big smile and a hello or bonjour broke down the normal barriers humans seem to erect between themselves. You can be anonymous, but by using the universal language of a smile followed by a greeting you can still be touched by the human heart.
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I visited Paris a month after the attacks last November. I had never been beforehand and my desire to go was only a few months in the making, but I loved it. It was heartbreaking to see the memorials, the flowers and posters at the sites of the attacks, but it felt right to be there supporting the economy as a tourist and to say that I wasn’t afraid to be there. I found the people so kind and welcoming, always smiling and I can’t wait to go back. I really enjoyed reading about your experience and I agree: a smile can definitely break down barriers.
Hi stavfree! Thanks for stopping by. I was in Paris two day after the attack.Many of the sites were closed down for a while but they opened back up before I left. I found the people to be friendly and kind. I loved the city and can’t wait to go back!
Thank you for letting me travel with you through your wonderful stories and photography…such a pleasure!
Thank you Kelley!
Excellent article, thank you for posting it, it was a very good read. I am going to reblog this one for you sir.
Thank you for your kind words and rebog!
I love both Cities. It’s great that your encounters in both London and Paris gave you reason to believe in the possibility of happiness and the hope for humanity. Paris was a lifelong dream of mine and I also found some “joie de vivre” there!
Hi Allys! Thanks for your comments. Paris is truly a movable feast!
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