Back in the 1960's when I lived in New York, I had a roommate named Milchen who worked for Air Canada when I worked for Easter Airlines. And we took trips at every opportunity - well, they were free or almost free!
One of Milchen's first big adventures was a trip to Paris all by hersolf. And it was a trip that completely changed her life.
She was standing at a kiosk near the corner of Boulevard Saint Michel and Boulevard Saint Germain buying a copy of an English language newspaper, and she sensed a guy was staring at her. She didn't look at him, but started walking away quickly. He followed her. She walked faster, and so did he.
So figuring that he couldn't do anything too dangerous with so many people around, she stopped abruptly and faced him. He was, she thought, incredibly handsome, as she demanded to know why he was following her. I am not sure how he answered that question, but when she returned to New York, she was certain that she had met her soul mate!
His name was Carlos, and he was Portuguese living in Lisbon. After a whirlwind romance, they had an amazing wedding in her hometown of Houma, Louisiana - people are still talking about it - and they really did live, and are still living, happily ever after.
They named their now grown up daughter Michelle Germaine!
So whenever I go to Paris, I make a little pilgrimage to this magical street corner. Hope springs eternal, after all!