The singer of Etienne Marcel…

Tonight, 9:43 pm. Etienne Marcel Station, I am waiting for the metro. On the platform opposite a man, sat, is playing with his umbrella, rocking it from an hand to the other. He is alone. I am focused on my book. Without any warning my neighbour opposite starts singing “Sunny”. Sunny, yesterday my life was filled with rain…

He is between 40 and 50. His warm and deep voice rings out in the metro. I put my head up from the written lines under my eyes. He smiles to me.

Next to me on my own platform a man tries unfortunate entrechats, without any succes. He starts to snap his fingers.

9:45 pm. My metro arrives. Sunny, one so true, I love you ! The unknown singer looks at me and manages to make me smile. He waves at me. The metro comes in front of me, I can’t see him any more.

It is 9:46 pm and I have just lived two Parisian minutes as I like them. Insolite.

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3 Comments on this post

  1. Tout simplement génial

    Miss P / Reply
  2. A very sweet and evocative piece MissaParis. I enjoyed reading it, although I was a bit jealous as it was so well written! ~ Sab 😉

    Sab in Paris / Reply
  3. Un peu au hasard, tombée sur ses lignes, souriant de certaines similitudes. Il pleut sur Paris, un 22 juin, pourtant, le sourire s’est dessiné.

    Frika / Reply

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