Now that's a coincident, purelife. I had a 'Bus Depot Angel' once also. (mind you, I wasn't anywhere as exotic as Paris). I was on the ferry, coming back home after several days of cleaning up my dads' house after he died. I was to catch the bus which would take me close to home, but with a hefty walk from the stop. I was loaded down with carry-ons, AND it was pouring rain and needless to say, I was feeling pretty down.
A gal that had struck up a conversation with me (which in itself was most welcome) discovered we lived in the same area (generally). When I got up for the call, "All passengers purchasing bus tickets....." she came after me, and offered a ride. TO MY DOOR !!!!!
I ran into her several years later at a party, and I had the good fortune to be able to thank her all over again. I was glad to have the opportunity to tell her, that I had told the strory many times over the years.