it could have been the script of a movie…
Girl alone. her third day in Paris.
Excitedly experiencing the beauty, the wonder, the glory that is the city of lights, of love. She dons her striped top, her red lips, her camera and announces to the world that she is ready. Ready to see what Paris has to offer her today.
Hours later, she is hot. bothered. the stifling heat making the streets feel suffocating instead of inspiring; the beautiful sing-songy romantic tones of the French language now frustratingly exhausting as she tries to navigate her way; the variety and the options of what to do, where to go, now overwhelming her instead of infusing her with hope.
The laughter and the love and the chatter from the street cafes and casual chic wine bars she found so endearing and inspiring, now only serving to heighten her awareness….
that she is alone.
After all, there are only so many ways to take a selfie…
What is the point of experiencing all of this beauty, if there is noone to share it with…? to come by herself, she thinks, was a mistake.
She puts a call out to the Universe (ahem, Instagram) that says, simply,
Suddenly, she hears a ping. her call had been answered!! (and so quickly, too!)
@clarestephens I’ll be your drinking buddy!
Could it be!? @carolinewphoto had arrived in Paris early?!
They agree to meet. tonight.
The rooftop. 59th floor. Tour Montparnasse. 8.30pm
(so um, yeah… the title might be a little deceiving… but it sounds better, right?)
They had only communicated via the written word. they had not met face to face. would they even recognise each other?
She gets there early. she waits. and waits. 8.45pm, 8.50pm… how long should she wait? did she give the right address? 8.55pm… she keeps glancing towards the entrance and quickly looking back, she doesn’t want to seem… what is the right word… needy? desperate? too keen? should she call? she looks. no service up here. what to do?
She distracts herself and captures the beauty of the Parisian rooftops by dusk in her camera. She might as well make use of her time here, even if the meetup doesn’t eventuate.
…. and then…
As if in slow motion, the crowds part and they see each other. at the same time, for the first time, their eyes meet. (coincidentally, they are wearing the exact same outfit) – matching stripey tops, chocolate brown hair pulled back in messy buns, red lips and chic sunglasses.
They smile. they embrace. there is no awkwardness. it was like they are old souls reuniting.
They knew. from that moment on, their lives would never be the same.
…And that, my friends, is how @clarestephens met @carolinewphoto on top of a 59th storey rooftop in Paris.
Stay tuned for the next episode heheh :)