gilbert:i dont know what to say. arnie:say thk u, gilbert, say thk u.arnie: goodbye. becky:no, it's not goodbye. arnie:it's good night. good night to u but not me.arnie果真傻得让人稀罕
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.