All love stories begin with a glance. Some—with a compliment. But most—with a look, a compliment, a smile, and a number scribbled on a napkin. I have a whole shoebox full of those. Paris gives me exactly what it has in abundance: tastes, passions, architecture, art. And love at first sight, second glass, third attempt. Followed by quiet morning reflections. These are what I want to share. But not my name—because here, I’ll be completely honest. These are notes I never planned to write. Napkin numbers I was never supposed to keep. Dates I shouldn’t have remembered. But somehow—I do.
The moment you promise yourself anything — the heavens conspire to make sure it doesn’t happen. That’s what happened to me, one rainy evening in Paris. I’d promised myself: tonight, I’ll work. The place was obvious — my favorite café in the Marais. The outfit — also obvious. If you’re in Paris, please, dress up […]
