Granada, Spain — I don’t think that I have hidden the fact that Paris was not my favorite place on earth. I had fun seeing the Eiffel Tower and the Seine but other than that it was stressful and trying.
After we dropped Caleb off at Charles de Gaulle Airpot Luke and I were heading back into the city on the metro. A woman in her late 50’s or early 60’s walked up to the door a few seats in front of me. She announced in French that she was going to sing and she appreciated our attention. She began to sing a haunting melody in Arabic.
Her voice was remarkably good, and the song so powerfully I could not help but feel calm. After she finished, she walked around the train with a paper cup collecting tips, I gave her two euro because she had done a great service of healing Paris for me. From that moment on I no longer felt the stress that had been associated with getting people to the right train or plane, I just felt happy.