By the way, you are reading that bill correctly: 7.10 euros for one coke and one Perrier. That would be, uh, $10.60 Canadian. Still, it was a hot day, and I don't regret it. (Especially since bobalone is the one who paid. He also paid 30 centimes extra to get mint syrop in his Perrier; that's why it's green.)
Just so you all know, today is hot and sunny in Paris. The temperature is 34º. And, just to make it perfect, for some reason, yet to be determined, my apartment (the whole building, in fact), has had no water since 11H22. (It is now 18H06). Do I want to have a cool refreshing shower? Why, yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Would I be satisfied if I could simply wash my hands and face? Well, I guess even that little boon would be a delightful addition to this glorious day.
On the other hand, my darling bobalone is coming home from his trip to Holland and Germany today. I'll meet him at the Gare de l'est at 21H23. He'll be here in Paris with me until July 2. Then I have my own little trips to Amsterdam and Berlin, before heading back to Toronto on July 31.
There is a garden in the centre of the Palais Royale in Paris, lovely in its own right, but made lovelier by the sculptures that are placed there for temporary exhibitions. The current installation is by the Spanish artist Manolo Valdès. Here are a few more pictures of the works.( Read more... )
Well, that was weird, but good. Right after I posted my comments about dining chez Guy, Bob and I schlepped over to The One Way for the Sunday night happy hour. We were hanging around, drinking beer and being buffeted by the throngs passing through, when we began to chat with a cute young man. Bob had already overheard him talking to someone else, so he knew the guy was a singer of some sort. Somehow, the conversation turned to the question of musical training, and the little bearded Brazilian hunk pushed his wire-rimmed glasses up his nose and said, "I have an excellent private teacher. In fact, he is amazing." Bob and I stole a glance at each other, each thinking, "Hmmm, what are the odds?" So Bob said, "Really? What is his name?" You guessed it: his teacher is none other than parisianbear. He spoke in extremely glowing terms about what a magnificent teacher Guy is.
I have always assumed that Guy would be a good teacher, because he is good at everything he does, and because he is my friend and I love him. But I had no real way of knowing whether my assumption had any basis in fact. So it was fascinating to meet one of his students who spontaneously spoke so enthusiastically about Guy's excellence. We "came out" as friends of Guy's, which made the young man -- his name is Marcio -- feel a little bit awkward, I think, but he got over it. In fact, when Bob and I left, several beers later, we exchanged email addresses and Marcio suggested that he would make dinner for us and Guy sometime soon.
Bob and I got back from Brittany last night. The always generousparisianbear lent us his car for a week and we travelled around, spending nights in Fougères, Dinan, Paimpol, Roscoff, Locronan, Ste-Anne-d'Auray and Chateaubourg. (I admit that I had never heard of any of those places before we began planning the trip, but each was worth visiting for one reason or another.) Instead of writing a lot about what we saw and did, I'm going to post a few of the 295 pictures I took. Ah, the decadence of the digital camera. ( Ten pictures )
Many of the people on my "friends list" are folks I actually know in real life, have known for years in some cases. But I have picked up a significant number of "friends" just through participating in Livejournal, and these are people that I only know by what they write in their journals, or by the comments that they make on mine. However, recently, two people have crossed from the category of Virtual to Material: in other words, I met face to face with isledemoi, and then a couple of weeks later, with satarnion.( Read more... )