John G. Morris passed away yesterday in a hospital in Paris at the age of 100. Today, I think back to the first time we met. To me, he will always be the most interesting man in the world.
The most interesting man in the world doesn’t star in beer commercials. Rather, he is an unassuming man who sat next to my husband and me at our favorite Paris bistro, Chez Janou. Although dapper, I was certain he wasn’t a sugar daddy to the young woman at his table. He was far too genuine to be a Svengali. We learned over the course of our conversation, he was exactly as he appeared–an elderly gentleman having a pre-Christmas dinner with his visiting granddaughter who he clearly adored.
It’s hard to ignore the person at the next table in Chez Janou. Our elbows nearly touched. Throughout the course of our dinner, we talked periodically. This man was a charming conversationalist with a willing and easy banter. He made me feel like a special person as he questioned us about our new home in Bratislava, why we lived there, and what I…
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