Cinquante- A Negro in Paris

 I was able to wake up in a suburb of Paris France to see 50 years on 11 November. It's so surreal to me. The very first thing I did was to get on my knees to thank God for letting me see it, then like every day, I get dressed and I head to the city (5 train stops away) to get a breakfast and pastries (the kind I have to lie to my nutritionist and doctor about)  before I start my day, and no matter what I do, I always end up at the Champs Elysee. It's about 2 miles of heaven for me. If you love shopping, eating, shopping, people-watching, shopping, meeting new people, shopping, pastries, shopping, bookstores, shopping, shopping, and shopping, go there.
I have the best friend of all, in Steve Demuth, who made a dinner reservation for me at the Tower 58 Eiffel for my birthday. I was told I needed to bring my passport and a print out of the reservation, but my name preceded me- since it's a French-Canadienne name, all I had to say was my name, and doors were open without my having to show any identification. I was referred to as 'the Canadian one.'   Every one was friendly. I was escorted to the elevator up to the restaurant on the 2nd level of the Tower Eiffel, and though I was over dressed ( all the other males wore dress shirts or sweaters with nice slacks), I love wearing suits. I like giving good first impressions.
I never imagined being in Paris to celebrate 50 by myself, but I'm not complaining. I've had some friends that never even got to see 40, or even 30, so keeping that in mind, I am grateful that God blessed me to see 50. I don't look my age so that makes it even better!    

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Hopefully God will bless me to come to Paris again with my soulmate, of whom I'm convinced He is still preparing for me...