"Yes, isn't it wonderful?" Ana replies.
"They're attractive, and they're not gay." I add, "I think it's just because they are French." Why else would two straight men have plans of going to the flea market on a Sunday afternoon? It must be because they're French. My mind tries to rests with that thought.
"What did you want to buy here?" I ask Jean, still curious about why we are here.
"Oh, eats because I think Jacques wants to buy some-sing." he replies in English with the French accent I love.
"What does Jacques want to buy here?" I whisper to Ana-Maria.
"Oh, I think we are here because Jean wanted to come." She replies.
Sometimes in life, the reasons don't really matter, and the point is to enjoy the moment, I remind myself.
The thought reminds me of this video: Life and Music
Enjoying Life and Music in the sunshine at Marche Aux Puces
|Marche Aux Puces , Paris|
|Life and Music with Jean|
|In Life we are supposed to dance! Even if it's in the middle of a flea market.|
|Jean and Ana-Maria|
|Who care's why we're here. The day was perfect. (Ana, Jean and Jacques)|
|Florence and Ana-Maria|
Another wonderful Sunday afternoon in Paris. I'm beginning to wonder how long my rose-colored Parisian glasses are going to last. For now, lets just keep dancing.