So, yet another story from the subway of Paris.
The doors open and in pops this young guy with longish blonde hair holding a rubix cube mini..rather on the beginnings of bohemian lifestyle.
He gently utters a few words to a beautiful young girl sitting on the flip seat and begins twisting and turning the cube quickly. as the train stops and the doors open, the cube spins faster and faster in is hands.
Just as the alarm sounds signaling the closing of the doors, he displays a solved cube and slowly takes a gracious step backwards outside of the train while the doors close right after.
a perfectly timed fantasy of a valiant young man. is he a romantic or just a great showman?!
perhaps i'm the romantic?
it left that haunting feeling deep inside...
these are the moments that make Paris magical for me!