It was a classic April in Paris week for us in 2016. It was good to get away to catch up and catch our breath from life’s must do’s while shopping and touring. The three of us dashed into the nearest cafe to get out of the rain and as they were just opening, we had our choice of seating.
I was hungry and ordered a hot dog. I was served not an American style but Oui! a french style!! A sausage on an open baguette slathered with the most amazing cheese and mustard. The mustard!!! The piece de resistance! The crushed whole mustard seeds, seeped into mayonnaise of the highest quality, and blended with fresh horseradish burned the experience into my memory.
We three ladies, 40, 50, and 60 well seasoned and experienced years of age shared this hotdog with a glass of wine and chatted over the quality of life we witnessed in a homeless man and woman the night before.
They had set up their “room” in a stores entrance. They had spread out a blanket, lined the V shaped doorway with their belongs and closed it off from the public sidewalk with cardboard boxes. We were awestruck in that we witnessed the most amazing evidence of people clinging to their dignity. How? They removed their shoes and left them on their doorstep.
People are just crazy cool. And as raining in April in Paris… who cares?! Its Paris!!
- Denise Rand Dahlheimer
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