Miracle on Daumesnil Street

© Jessie Kanelos Weiner

This weekend I was cruising the streets on my velo.  All of a sudden, a cop on a bike swerved in front of me.  “Madame!”  He shouted.  “What did I do?  I’m pretty sure I already paid my taxes.  France cannot get rid of my just yet.” I thought in a panic.  “Did you lose your telephone by chance?”, he smiled with a judgmental twinkle in his eye. Patting myself down, my phone was nowhere to be found  “Wait a minute, madame.” His colleague cruised up with my mobile.  If it were seconds later, my phone would have been smashed to smithereens.  I bowed my head in both gratitude and embarrassment.  A Parisian miracle indeed.

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