I've spent enough time in Paris over the years to be familiar with the reality of the city behind the postcard fantasy. But every once in a while the fantasy materializes, and tonight is one of those nights.
Does one message a stranger from the dance floor? Isn't it enough to know I could message him? I consider this for a few minutes. It is not insane.
We've all been living in a place of balancing risk against caution for what feels like a long time, and very little feels like enough right now.
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