We had a great meal at New Jawad, an Indo-Pakistani restaurant, at 30 Rue de Longchamp, about a block from our apartment . It was 10 pm as we walked into the restaurant. I was a little worried we were arriving as they were getting ready to close. It was such a welcoming experience that contradicted the notion that French waiters are cold, aloof and slow. We had Chicken Vind Allou, Chicken Tikka Massala, Shrimp Jawad, Punjabi Chicken, Basmati Rice and Garlic Nan. I was proud of Sarah who ventured into new territory with the Punjabi Chicken. At the conclusion of the meal our plates were super clean and there were smiles all around.
After a wonderful meal, we departed the restaurant. Marcia, Ella and Rachel headed back to the apartment. Marla, Ian, Sarah and I headed to the Eiffel Tower. We walked under the tower and marveled at the lighting of the structure. Living so close to the Eiffel Tower, it was a sight I had seen before. Regardless, it was moving. Then we walked up the steps at the Trocadero and waited for midnight when the tower would twinkle. Standing on the upper level of the Trocadero, a well dressed young man said that he had been living in Paris for three years and seeing the Eiffel Tower still feels like it did the first time. While we were talking to him, he asked where we were from and told us he was from a small town in Poland. To me it sounded like Krakow, but he said it was 1,000 kms south. With all the warnings about pickpockets on the Metro and in museums, I couldn’t help but be wary that I needed to be aware of my phone and credit cards. After departing I realized my cautiousness colored the interaction. I guess that is the way it has to be in a big city, whether it is Paris, Rome, or New York.