Last walk in Paris - Part 1

Original post on gatadreams.wordpress.com Sunday, it’s been dark for some time and the city is sparkling with lights. I’m leaving the cafe on the corner of Notre Dame, wave final goodbye to the loveliest waiter I’ve met there, I know he won’t call, I know I won’t write... but sometimes a half an hour talk about nothing and a sweet note hidden on the back of the bill is just enough. There will be no broken promises nor hearts, just a sweet memory....more