I heard it bounce against the cobblestones. A tinny sound skipping amongst the car noises, tourist chatter and the street performers guitar. I looked around fearful I had dropped something and there it was...a wedding band glistening in the late afternoon Parisian light. I picked it up and started running up and asking men who'd passed me if they'd dropped this ring.
At the Opera House in Paris.
I was dismissed! Refused! As if I'd manufactured the story to Accost them! Someone will be sad tonight, I thought.
I asked a woman who was from Turkey if she knew what I should do with this ring....
She said " congratulations you have a souvenir of Paris!"
I caught up to my husband and Hosts and asked what should I do? An ad in the paper ? My host said it was an expensive ring. 18 karat gold! Stamped and engraved.... I wore it on my first finger and went about Paris.
My host suggested turning it into the police station because it was so expensive. He said if we hocked it, it would pay for the trip!
He couldn't believe my good fortune!
After hours in the city, I took it off. And there, clear as day and dark night on my skin was a green ring around my index finger where the expensive ring had been.
The cheap ass ring!
Still a souvenir...of Paris!