In 1972 in a disco on the Boul. St Germain while standing waiting to use the WC ( unisex) a young woman and I started kissing. The door opened, she used the facilities then said " au revoir" and left. Never caught her name.

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ok, I'll post mine again:Message: It was many moons ago that my friend, Nathalie, and I were in Paris for the first time. We were staying at the hotel, France et Choiseul.In this time the hotel was exactly like I thought a hotel in the city of light would look like. Every morning, the lady concierge in her "box"would bring out her huge Siameese cat and sit him at a table where we had breakfast. Back in those days it looked exactly like the building used in a film I later saw, "The Madwoman of Chaillot"that starred Kathyrn Hepburn and based on a play by Jean Giradoux. (Years later I went back to look at the hotel that was now a memory, it changed hands and remodeled and was unrecognizable.)
Nathalie and I were about to cross the street from the hotel when two young men raced up to us. One being the most gorgeous young man I had ever seen and he rattled off something in French. My friend translated that he had to talk to me and meet them across the street at a cafe and he explained. He said I looked exactly like his fiancee who was killed in a boating accident. I said to Nathalie to tell him it was the best line I've heard recently. With that he pulled out a photo and I and Nathalie were astounded. She did look like me and almost dressed like me. Welll we sat at that cafe and I chatted with help from a dictionary and my friend. He took me one day to his aunt's salon de Te and to several places. We exchanged letters for awhile and he wanted to come to school here in Boston. But he was alittle younger and I felt uncomfortable with my having the look-alike situation. So I told him it was an impossible idea.Now much older, married, I look back on that as a very special experience.