We met on a train from Paris to Barcelona. Sitting next to one another, we argued over who could use the power outlet. "Désolé, je crois que c'est a moi." ("Sorry, I think it's mine.") Instant crush. A perfect, flirtatious, six hours. The beginning of our love story? We agreed to meet back in Paris: On March 19, I'd wait for his train at the Gare de Lyon railway station. We didn't know that coronavirus would confine us in different countries. Trusting in the power of the universe, we hadn't exchanged mobile numbers. Sometimes, a romantic plan isn't enough. — Cecilia Pesao

Guide to Major Train Stations in Paris