Au revoir, Paris! Je te kiffe trop grave...
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My last night in Paris was one of the top five nights of my life. My friend Alex had come in from the States to fly me home, (he works for Lufthansa, and got me a sweet deal on tickets...I got to fly business class for almost less than you'd pay to fly coach!) and we'd spent the day doing last minute shopping, sandwich grec eating, and packing. I walked arm and arm with him around the city I loved so and tried my best not to cry. I sat one last time on the steps on the bridge facing the Conciergerie (one of my favorite buildings in Paris) in the sunshine, took one last stroll down Rue de Rivoli...
That evening my friends were all getting together to wish me well on my journey home.
When we arrived at the Pont Neuf, we were a little late, but my faithful friends had waited...everyone I loved was there (well, everyone who was still in Paris...); Mika, Sally, Asra, Matthieu, Ede...they'd brought champagne, so we sat on a bench and toasted our friendship and my imminent departure. Soon, I got a phonecall from three of my former students--Elhadji, Kevin, and Precylia.
Matthieu had to leave, so we said goodbye and a bientot, and the remaining members of the party decided we should go dancing. Appropriately, we ended up at Freedom Bar, just off of the Champs Elysees. This was the site of our Halloween celebration, where my friends and I had all hung out together for the first time. Elhadji, Kevin, and Precylia are avid dancers, and their enthusiasm rubbed off on me and Asra...we were on the dancefloor with them all night! There were periodic breaks for cigarettes or drinks of whiskey and coke, but for the mosst part, we were dancing queens.
But all good things must end, and before we knew it, it was 3am and Elhadji, Kevin, and Precylia were leaving. I couldn't help it, I started to cry. Not just cry..bawl. It seemed that I would never see or hear from them again...and in the month since I had ended my term as their teacher, we had become friends. I hugged and kissed them all, and amid "Bisous! Reviens nous voir bientot!", I turned away because I couldn't watch them go.
Asra, Mika, Alex, and Sally, sensing how down I was feeling, made sure to distract me with more alcohol. Soon the bar was closing and we were making our way into the street. Not ready to call it a night, we waltzed down the Champs Elysees. My feet were killing me from dancing all night in my new shoes, so I ran barefoot with Mika down the middle of the street. (This was after Mika's "MEghan, it's your last night in PARis.
Finally though, we made it to our favorite sandwich grec place, which is mercifully open all night long. We sat there as the sky grew pale with the approaching dawn, and laughed and laughed remembering the evening.
After our grecs, it was time for goodbyes...Sally and Asra planned to see me off the next day, but I had to say goodbye to Mika. Not one for sappy goodbyes, he gave me a rough hug and said "Have a good flight" and was gone. It didn't seem real.
Alex and I only got 2 hours of sleep before we had to wake up and meet the landlord for the etat des lieux.
But that last night...what a memory.