A violet-blue blanket of night descended and your famous lights filled my soul––the flickering Eiffel Tower, Moulin Rouge’s flirty reds and the sacred aura of Sacre Coeur. But your lesser-known twinkles were what captivated me. The smiles of café owners and complete strangers who helped me find my way home very late one night. The kind words of Jacqué the patisserie owner who helped me learn new words in French every day––the names of his delicacies. The electric blue eyes of Elisabeth, the sculptress who encouraged my art and the idea of “why not,” bringing to life the trickiest form of sculpture––a woman, walking. And the soft surprise in a lady’s eyes when I took the time to ask her name. Wisdom, she says before informing me with a smile that it’s impossible to have my laundry done before next week on Tuesday. I’d never met a woman named Wisdom before and instantly wondered why. Wisdom is always referred to as a woman in the Bible. But it would be among your great works of art that your light would shine the brightest.