Our apartment was up three flights of very steep stairs.
Although we cursed this many an evening - we couldn't help peering out one of our windows on the Marais neighborhood. People watching was one of our favorite entertainments in Paris - just one glance between us communicated so much "did you get a load of her!" what taste, style, what beauty! So peering out our windows into others apartments we spyed poor patients in dentist chairs - and could even hear the drill, the nurse out on the balcony having a cigger. We would delight in watching a ginormous English sheep dog greet its owner leaping up to cuddle her on her lap. We would marvel at all the gorgeous gay boys partying on a tuesday night at one of our local bars. When do the French work? And in true French style we had a "sit in" across the way in the national archives. We didn't quite get what was happening but we think the French government was trying to kick out the archives from the sleeping beauty type castle and replace the archives with something else. Anyways signs, petitions and we imagine workers camping there in protest
But best of all - one night as we crawled up the stairs to fall into bed - just one final glance out our windows. A lithe swagger, a gorgeous black man clearly about to meet up for a date. It started as a little joyous skip, but he obviously couldn't restrain himself - it built into a uninhibited dance, anticipating the night he was going to have. What is the saying? Dance like nobody is watching - his joy was infectious.
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