Being hugged is a nice experience. As a man, Being hugged by another man is a nice experience especially if he is your brother or a close friend. But being hugged by a man in the middle of Marais is a discomforting experience even though the man may be your best friend. Don't ask me why. Why don't you look up Marais, Paris on Google and you will know why.
What caused this emotional moment? That is more interesting to write about. It has all to do with my friends visiting from US. Life has not been the same since. On a retrospective, all the pictures came out well with all of us looking as if we had just graduated from college; if not the looks, we had the attitude. They were happy to eat Creme Brûlée at 4 in the morning sitting at a cafe in some of the busiest parts of the city even at that time of the day. Of course, it never happens in the US of A. It happens only here.
In Paris, my local friends also joined the fun. They were skeptical at first. But all of us hit it off well. So one night, we were somewhere in Marais, watching a live band perform in a tiny bar, late in the evening through to the morning hours. We were ordering drinks for ourselves and for the band. Energy and camaraderie were high. At one point in the day, my local friend stepped out. When I followed him, he was nearly in the state of bliss lost in thoughts. As soon as he saw me, he came forward, hugged me and said "You have great friends!".
I replied, "I know... and you are one of my friends..."