Now three years away from Paris — I should say “Paris and Paris suburbs”1 — I could truly enjoy the beauty of la vieille ville européenne recently only.
As my wife and I were finally sitting in the Higuma restaurant in the Sainte Anne street, I decided to go for a classical Oyakodon with a non classical Evian. My wife’s reaction was then as prompt as my choice has been unorthodox:
-“Remember, in France social etiquette do not force you to ask for mineral water, you can ask for tap water2 instead!”.
-“I know, but today I want for once to live Paris as a true visitor, so maybe I could see the artificial beauty of the place, and not go behind the curtain of the scene, deciphering all the false promises…”
… when at the same time my eyes met my neighbor’s one by accident — a true Parisian for sure.
Our lunch went on, and as the couple aside finished their meal M. Neighbor could not repress the envy to salute us with a “Bienvenue à Paris, et bon séjour”, a smile in his eyes.
Which I certainly did, being able to wander the street; surrounded by a wonderful architecture, by inaccessible promises of cultural events and by hurried locals. I finally brought my own pace in my luggage, being finally a stranger in my homeland.
I lost him; but I found myself.
The best background
Hometown for Christmas
A Lafayette Christmas.
Cafés I have known... La Bascule, Montmartre.
Just type "Thomas Pynchon"
great art the day after charlie hebdo
Plastic sandwich. Feed my soul.