Late nights in Paris in summer 1989

When I lived in Paris with my friend Erik Hagestad in summer 1989, we often stayed out quite late, and the moment of decision would come: do we take the last metro, or do we wait for the first metro a few hours later? If we waited for the first, then it would have a few others like us, who had been out all night, and a few people on their way to early jobs—but everyone was bleary-eyed. Sometimes, we would just start walking home, and if we ended up on the route of a night bus, and one showed up, we'd get on and ride it for a while. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 9 May 2025)