What I learnt from Paris:
What I learnt from our one, three hour, conversation with the lovely French Café man called Henri. (pronounced en-ree btw) He is our favourite person we've met.
He overheard Luella and I talking and the sixty-odd gentleman abandoned his counter and came and sat with us for a few hours. He told us a few things about his life that I don't think Luella or I will forget.
He told us that it is okay to be emotional, to seek help, to confidently tell someone you enjoy being around them, to tell them that you are infatuated with them. He taught us that there is nothing wrong with vulnerability, with being human, for that it is what creates depth within our souls.
He said any pain we've experienced, strength is not within gained a harder outer shell, it's taking on that pain, feeling it, growing from it and remaining kind. Remaining soft.
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