Share your perfect moment in the City of Lights...
After about in week in Paris I was out walking. I bought a crepe with nutella from a street vendor and I sat in a little park behind Notre Dame, watching the people. There was a large Italian family sorting through souvenirs and a pair of young lovers strolled by, hand in hand. I could hear a street performer playing something French sounding on the accordion. It started to rain a little and I moved on.
As I crossed the bridge between the two islands, I saw the accordion player - an older gentleman with silver hair and great craggy laugh lines. I stopped to listen for a while - to soak it all in.
After a few minutes a pretty brunette with a short bob haircut walked by and - without missing a beat - the musician launched into the theme from the movie Amelie.
So there I was, standing in the rain on a bridge in Paris, laughing like a madman. The other tourists looked at me like I was nuts, but when I looked over at the musician he shot me a huge grin and a wink. I dropped a few Euros into his tray and moved on.
That's when I fell in love with Paris.
A few days later I was going the same way and I saw the same accordion player. As I passed by he asked if I wanted to hear "my song".