Another Paris cab ride, another conversation with M. Kamel, the Algerian taxi driver that has been chauffeuring me from Puteaux to Gare du Lyon or Charles de Gaulle for the past three years. Our conversations have been all over the map, but this time he called his sister so the three of us could chat together. He was also most concerned that my daughter, whom he took to the airport the day before, had reached her destination safely.
Paris is supposed to be one of those cities where everyone is anonymous. He has invited me to his house on my next Paris visit for couscous.
Somewhere there is a short story in all this.
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