[Retrouvailles]

The flight 4823 with destination to Paris just landed at Charles De Gaulle Airport. He took the only lougage and crossed all the building directly to Terminal 1. He was dying to walk over the “Pont de l’Archevêché”, sitting down and looking at the Louvre, Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur and the Tour.

In last 10 years, in every spring, it was the same rutine: a “retrouvaille” with his first love.

It was love at first sight, he felt it with his first look at the city, the first step out of the Métro, his first spread with doggy poop, his first “merde”...

An inexplicable force attached him with Paris, his full life had sense in this city. But he didn’t wanted to live there, no, it was only a little exquisite reunion every year, like having a secret lover. His two weeks in the city of blinding lights, gave him the energy, happiness, joy, charming and youngness to resist the next 365 days. 

The farewell was not a problem. He returned to the bridge with his lougage, closed his  eyes and said: See you next year, my love, my beautiful retrouvaille. 

Retrouvailles. (French):  The happiness of meeting again after a long time.