Being Recognized

This decoration really struck my fancy.

A wonderful thing happened to me to today while I was in line at the post office to send a letter to the US.  This French post office has really adopted the self-service concept, but they have a whole force of people who do nothing but rotate, helping out where ever there seems to be a long line forming. Long as in more than three people.  These folks help you through the self service process if necessary.  You aren't simply thrown in to fend for yourself.

I obtained what I needed, but still had to pay at the register, so back in line (the very short line) I went.  I looked up and a gentleman caught my eye and then I saw the flash of recognition in his eyes.  It was Joseph, the owner of  Le Cozy, the jazz club around the corner. He came over and greeted me. I told him that Diane and Jerry had departed, but I would be coming in tomorrow evening.

Too bad this establishment was closed.  

 I am used to being recognized by the people in the library, although my poet hasn't been there the last several times I have visited.  And some of the shopkeepers where I do my marketing recognize me.  The butcher waves when I walk by. But this was being recognized out of a normal context.  What a great feeling.