Sometimes when I’m on the metro standing next to someone else who is listening to music while we ride along silently, I’m tempted to plug their headphones into my jack and mine into theirs. Who knows how different the day might be after that.
Every time I ride the train, it's like a little adventure to me. I've always been fascinated by the sheer number of people that you pass along the way and I like to imagine where they are coming from, where they are going to. I fell in love with the Metro in Paris and my affair with it has carried over to Montreal. I feel like waiting for the train to arrive is sort of like standing in line at an amusement park...
I was thinking today of an afternoon in Paris. It'd been raining outside earlier in the day, but had finally let up and so I headed into heart of the city from the apartment we were staying at near Porte de Vincennes. I was standing facing the doors and when they opened a petite blond woman wearing sunglasses and carrying and umbrella stepped on. She looked at me and walked toward where I was standing, turned her back to me at the very last moment. She stood so close to me that I could smell her hair. She smelled wonderful; like summer and rain and just a hint of the soap she's used. She smelled clean and fresh and so that's how the day felt for me. The train rocked and so did she, resting lightly against me when we the train rounded bends. She left the train before I did and as she turned the corner I could see she was smiling, but she didn't look back.
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