Today, as is the custom, my husband and I drove to his mother's apartment across town from where we live and brought her a bouquet of muguets. On our way back home we stopped the car and got out to visit a tiny little park I'd never heard of. It was a small beautifully landscaped patch of land in the middle of the rather colorless 13th arrondissement. Children played near a little fountain while parents watched. A couple of adolescents played some ping pong.
Older couples read books or newspapers.
Since we both love oysters and this is where the best ones are raised, we gorged on them for the entire week-end. The weather was lousy but we were inside and we didn't care. This is a country of moments, some of them magic ones. You don't expect them and don't know when or where they'll come. Your magic moment might be someone's smile in the metro, or it might be just sitting there on that park bench.