他的神情舉止絕不像七八十歲即使他有一張備受摧殘的臉而一旦他唱歌、演奏“it just all came back as sort of a wonderful image again.Then I just forget about the age ahd the change of his looks.”
I miss Paris Métro. I miss our futile attempts to read the Métro map. I miss Parisians' effortlessly chic outfits and modernistic ads that oddly harmonize with dim, historic stations. I miss taking photos of approaching trains. I miss the feel of déjà vu in old, metallic trains. I miss the amicable chuckles as we mispronounced the stations. I miss the days when my biggest troubles were figuring out where, when and what to explore at Paris. I miss myself.