“I heard somewhere that there are like a lot of bridges in Paris and you sort of walk around the entire city and walk along each one of them till you find your bridge. The river that speaks to you. The metal that whispers your name and once you do. You go there every day with your little croissant and a diary and speak to it. Is that true?”
“I hear it is.”
“Have you found your bridge yet?”
“I actually haven’t Aiyana.”
“And why is that?”
“Because you can’t find your bridge until you have found all of you. I hadn’t found you yet. And now that I have I might just find that bridge that speaks to me.”
“You are awfully cheesy today.”
“Anyways it time for lunch. I saw this little Café at the end of the street that I am curious about. Maybe we could go there and have lunch after which we can head to The Louvre. That is if it is still open.”
“How long can lunch take?”