Yesterday I spent a typical Parisian Sunday with a few of my French and American friends. My friend Arnaud, who works at a PR firm, took me to a late brunch at a Russian-ish tapas place in the Marais. The meal was nothing special - brunch is often better in concept in France - but we got to sit outside in this beautiful little square in low-70s weather on a sunny day.
At one point, the dog you see in the right hand side of the photo came over to greet us. We both found it cute, and typical (dogs in France are a bit like cows in India), and made appropriate cooing noises at the mutt. The owner, the guy standing up by the dog, was none too pleased with the animal. I told him, in French, not to worry, I loved dogs. He responded, yes, and she loves shit. Apparently the dog wasn't coming over to greet us, but rather had found a tasty morsel on the ground behind my seat. Such is Paris.
You'll note in the photo above that Arnaud is using a small device to pay his bill. They've had these in France for at least four or five years that I remember. They're very cool. The server sometimes even uses the device to write down your order, and then rings up each person separately at the end - the device takes, and verifies, credit cards. It's very cool. And kind of makes you wonder why they've been in France for years and I've still not seen one in the states. (We're number 1!)
From there, Arnaud went off to see a friend, and I met up with my friend Fabien at the open house our
American friend Marcus was holding at his art studio. You'll remember Marcus' studio as the place I crashed at last year when I was recuperating from my eye surgery. Every Sunday, or so, Marcus holds a "salon de thé" at his studio, where people can stop by and check out the art, buy something if they like, and more generally have tea and speculos and good conversation. The window above was right across from Marcus' place - just some graffiti or something, but I thought it looked cool with the sun and shadows.
Inside Marcus' "atelier" (workshop), I found an old friend of Marcus', and new friend of mine, Donna from New York, who is studying French at the Sorbonne, in the same class in which I found myself 25+ years ago. Some Brazilian and German classmates of hers were there too. The photo above is of Marcus's desk in his studio.
Marcus is a good friend, with a good wit and a ready laugh, and also awfully photogenic. So I enjoy shooting shots of him inside his typically French apartment with those wonderfully large and reflective French windows.
After Marcus' tea, Fabien and I were going to rejoin Arnaud for a "Bal Portugais," some Portuguese dance that was taking place. But we got word around 7pm that the dance was kaput, over in only an hour and a half. So we went to Arnaud's and played pinball for a while, on the machine that Arnaud's roommate had gotten him for his birthday.
Between pinball matches, the boys, being French, had to take frequent nicotine breaks out the window. Did make for a lovely pic at least.
Finally, after were pinballed out, and the boys had enough nicotine in their blood, we went down the block, in the 11th, to some small plaza on a street where the houses and businesses were all painted different, fun colors (much like La Recoleta in Buenos Aires). You have to understand that in Paris, everything is beige. There we found two little cafe/restaurants, and sat at one while Arnaud had his dinner, and Fabien and I, having already eaten some sandwiches from the local patisserie, slowly worked on our typical evening fare of mojitos and caipirinhas as the late summer sun set on Paris, and the temperature drifted into a perfect upper 60s, as it will many a summer night.
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