Anecdotes: Paris and Prague

Over the last thirty years or more I have enjoyed the privilege of visiting many countries, either to acquire new client projects or working closely with existing clients. The mission being the management of recruitment assignments. Also as an in-house recruiter, enjoying engaging with colleagues in various locations around Europe.

Memories often return in a manner so vivid that they could have taken place yesterday, which prompted me to write a number of anecdotes that may hopefully raise a smile or two.


On a flight into Prague, a fellow passenger who visited Prague many times suggested, or rather stressed, that prior to taking a cab to any location it would be advisable to agree on the fare up-front. The passenger also mentioned an amount that would be acceptable leaving and returning to the airport.  This I did and the sum suggested was acceptable. The journey involved motorway travel. No problem. On the return journey, I totally forgot to suggest an amount to the cab driver. However, this was minor compared to the drive to the airport.

‎There seemed to be an argument with another auto driving along the same route. There was much antagonism and what was happening was (as a passenger) rather scary.  They were swerving around like a couple of drunken maniacs; shaking fists and shouting at each other; as if they were playing some form of  game, but more seriously.  The other auto was almost connecting with the rear of the cab. Then the most terrifying thing happened. They both stopped in the middle lane of the motorway got out of their autos and engaged in a verbal battle. Looking around me, I could not believe what was happening. At any moment I thought vehicles could smash into the backs of the two stationary autos. Ultimately the cab diver got back into his seat. I could not wait to arrive at the safety of the airport.

On reaching the cab parking lot, I leant over to see what the charge was on the meter, but he pressed a button, deleting the formal amount before I could read it. I had to pay the equivalent of perhaps double the normal fair.  Suddenly his English ‘disappeared’ and I had little choice but to pay up. Lesson learned. From a racetrack to paying for the privilege!


I was staying at the Hilton Hotel, Avenue de Suffren, with a colleague; (also a Brit), discussing the company’s requirements for the Paris office.

We were enjoying a gin and tonic a the bar and as it was quite late following a busy day meeting candidates, we decided to go to our rooms; his being on a lower floor and mine, a few floors higher.  On entering the elevator a lady also walked in. Not really an issue; why should it be?  My colleague exited the elevator and we did exchange quizzical looks. On reaching my floor, I exited the lift, but some form of sixth sense suggested this lady was following me. I walked as fast as I could without giving the impression there was any urgency.  Eventually, I unlocked the door and entered my room, and shut the door with untold relief! Perhaps I was imagining things.

A few minutes or so later, there was a knock on the door, and on opening it, the lady who seemingly followed me on exiting the elevator was standing there and it became apparent she was offering a service which was certainly not welcome! That is putting it politely.  She was speaking in French, but it was scarily obvious what she was indeed asking; being typically English and awfully polite (of course) appropriate French phrases raced through my mind. Ultimately, keeping as calm as possible, a variation of a famous phrase jokingly said by Napoleon to Josephine entered my head.

‘Excusez-moi madame,  mais je suis très fatigué. Bon nuit

I close the door with relief! Just then my telephone rang and it was my colleague who, with a lot of humor asked why she had chosen me instead of him!

We always have a big laugh when describing this event. Unknown to either of us, lounges at some hotels are a base for such ‘business!


Delightful experiences were enjoyed in Paris; my all-time favorite city.  From the Hilton, I used to walk from Avenue de Suffren, along Rue St. Dominique, or onward to Boulevard Saint Germain.

Sitting outside Les Deux Maggots, Boulevard St. Germain, watching the world go by and enjoying a coffee, I noticed to the left of Les Deux Maggots, where the antique quarter begins,  a water drinking fountain. A gift from the Hertford family, founders of the Wallace Collection in Manchester Square, London; home to some of my favorite paintings.

Following a coffee, my business partner and I walked across the road to the rather famous Brasserie Lipp. On approaching this iconic brasserie, there was the feeling that non-Parisians may not be overly welcomed. On entering this establishment, there was an indication that only Parisians were permitted to sit downstairs or outside the front. Even in attire that included a famous brand of French ties, did not improve the feeling. We were essentially told to go upstairs. On arriving at the first floor, it was empty of customers and there were a number of tables by the windows.

Simon Lever
Simon Lever
CREATIVE WRITER + STORYTELLER - AUTHOR - CHAMPIONING POSITIVITY, EMPATHY, AND KINDNESS. Prior to retirement, engaged in software and services sector recruitment for American companies seeking to set up operations in Europe. A most enjoyable aspect being the privilege of co-operating with individuals from countries including France, Germany, Italy, Sweden, Belgium, and the Netherlands. Now my energy is directed towards voluntary services, including creative writing for a Community Magazine and other community activities. Further, as an Exhibition Steward, I am actively and enthusiastically involved in introducing visitors to the famous, award-winning 'Kings and Scribes Exhibition', presenting the amazing artifacts to visitors. The King's and Scribes Exhibition is also the location of the awesome 900-year-old 'illuminated ' Bible, written in 'Old Latin' - Vulgate as it is called. The exhibition is an absolute delight. Literally walking through history. Winchester Cathedral, a 1000-year-old icon makes me feel rather younger than reality! It allows me to engage with people the world over regardless of nationality or faith. I am also welcome visitors to the Cathedral. My Mom was Christian and my Dad, Jewish. And there are many anecdotes on that special topic! I gain inspiration and energy engaging with like-minded individuals around the world; writing extensively on BizCatalyst 360°, LinkedIn, and blogs on Carol Campos' The Divine Breadcrumb website. Carol is an inspirational soul coach. Although 'retired' from front-line business I maintain regular contact with former colleagues and clients. Over the years I have built up a treasured and very special international 'network' of genuine, empathetic Friends where weekly or even daily comments and opinions are exchanged. I enjoy creative writing; from the heart. with the accent on the natural environment, transforming feelings, emotions, sights, sounds, and scents of Mother Nature's landscape; hills and rivers and woodland into words that convey and project reality. Other essays, articles, and blogs include vivid accounts of former days' experiences. Instinctively writing in such a spontaneous manner, descriptions become a reality in the mind; the reader's imagination 'transported' to the Universe of light and wonder. My creative and often emotionally charged writing is vivid whether describing the surreal 'Son et Lumiere' at the Grand Place in Brussels, flying around Europe describing the memorable experiences of brasseries and restaurants in many cities. Imagination becomes a reality. The past becomes the present in the mind's eye. I write because I love writing and my choice. Kindness is a word that is used more than ever. And is ever more important. I am an active promoter of Shelly Elsliger PPCC 'Decide to be Kind' Campaign; #kindclub wearing the wrist band with pride and spreading Kindness with enthusiasm. Thank you for reading my Bizcatalyst 360° profile.


    • Hello Carol, It will be a great pleasure to write some more anecdotes. I enjoy writing them as much as the actual experiences. Nothing to do with the event at the Hilton, but the manager allocating rooms was called Josephine. As a very regular visitor, I used to be upgraded to a suite! I took my daughter there once and she had taken her goldfish in a bowl (we were on the way back to England for a couple of weeks. The only goldfish to have stayed at the Hilton!







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