So Saturday night I’m walking under the brightly lit Eiffel Tower with my friend Yesi and I look around at all the people wandering around. I’m in awe at seeing such a wonder-inspiring monument.
But then, what to my wandering eyes should appear, a familiar face reading a newspaper on a bench a few steps away. I wanted to make sure it was who I thought, and as I got closer, sure enough! It was Mat! “Look who it is!” I said, and all I got in response was a dumb-founded look.
A few freak-out moments later, the lights on the Tower started going crazy, as if to join us in our little Parisian moment.
Now, I knew he should be in Paris around the time I would be there, but I made a last-minute decision to go so he didn’t know I would be there. But still, what are the odds of meeting someone you know in such a big city and then under one of the most iconic symbols in the world?! Nearly infinitesimal (to use a word from Mat’s extensive vocabulary).
“I love Paris in the winter when it drizzles….”