Last night Laura, Gabe and I squeezed into Riv38, a tiny Paris jazz club tucked into a vaulted 13th century cellar. Sitting shoulder to shoulder with strangers while musicians, Ludovic Ernault & Simon Martineau, improvised just a few feet away. I found myself slowing down enough to savor the music. Some of the most meaningful moments in life cannot be rushed.
Paris seems to understand this instinctively. The city invites people to linger over conversation, lose track of time, and make room for peace in the middle of ordinary life.
As this new week begins, I hope I can carry a little of that spirit forward by paying closer attention to the people, experiences, and moments that deserve more presence.
