I decided to walk home, rather than hailing a cab. It was a wonderful spring day, the fresh smell of grass and new leafs, for once, surpassing the usual heavy smell of Paris. All around me, people were enjoying their day, either by basking in the sun on the freshly painted decks of the many cafes around the city, or by simply taking walks, stopping to look at the street performers.
There was a hum in the air, like everyone was waiting for something to happen. I could almost smell their hopes, see the multihued strings of their new energy, and feel their determination for new beginnings.
I found a small white bench in a crowded plaza and I took a seat, ready to submit to my long-time hobby of watching people. I wasn’t ready yet to return to the solitude of my apartment, that would do noth
