I had a quasi-religious experience this evening on the way back from some piano concert. I happened to pass by Notre-Dame. It was sort of late on a Thursday evening, it was all lit up, and I was all alone. I stopped in front of it.
"Wow," I thought. "Here's one of Europe's, if not the world's, most famous churches, and I am the only person on Earth standing in front of it right now."
I paused. Something didn't seem right. So I went to Subway (one of a handful in Paris) just next door at Saint-Michel. I returned.
"Now," I thought, "I am the only person standing in front of Notre-Dame. And I am eating Subway."
And it was good.
The sandwich, that is. It had turkey. And sweet onion sauce.
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