Living in Israel, moving almost exclusively in a car I would not experience what I've seen today in metro of Paris.

On the Ranelagh station an old woman has entered the train. She's in her mid seventies. Once, she was beautiful. She still is! Colors and features are faded but her dressing and posture are still elegant. But what's struck me most are her eyes. Well, they ain't beautiful anymore. I've read a sadness there.

I think she will probably live ten or even twenty years more, but she would give them up just for one year to be younger.