Last Dance

last dance

We had been walking, it seemed, for hours. Walking, and talking. Both of us were visitors to the lovely city of Paris. As we walked along, we talked about anything … and nothing. We had just spent the evening at a formal dinner and dance hosted by mutual friends. It was the culmination of a journey for all of us … the setting up of a new business venture. Yes … we were all venture capitalists … at least that was one roll that we played.

As the music played, and we danced the last dance, I wondered whether this was an ending to a lovely evening … or the start of something more. Walking along the Champs-Elysees, I knew that this was something more.

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