never told the story of how three horses met in Paris, so this is how it happened. One day, my roommate Klemen and I decided to visit Notre-Dame, and when we arrived, I saw two people wearing horse masks. Of course, you have to ask for a photo in a situation like that. I mean, when was the last time you saw a minotaur? For me, never, so I asked for a picture and we started talking to them. They told us they had lost a bet with one of their friends, a person very much like me, as I understood it. Because of the bet, they had to walk around Paris wearing horse masks for the whole day. They also told me that I was the first person to ask them for a photo. I honestly can鈥檛 believe that people in Paris don鈥檛 care about funny things like that, but who knows. After our conversation, they went into a bar, but I don鈥檛 really like bars and I鈥檓 not even sure why. So Klemen and I went to see Notre-Dame, and it turned out to be one of the most impressive churches I have ever visited. Now I kind of regret not going with them, because it might have been a really fun night. Still, everyone has that feeling sometimes, and you simply can鈥檛 deny it. Moments like these remind me that the funniest stories often come from completely random encounters.
