Hey Barry, Have you checked out the cafes over at Place du Tertre? You might be able to hang out with the artists over there. Who knows one them may be famous one day. When I was there, I bought a small painting from an artist from Poland. The painting shows the same location with a church (Basilique de Sacre Couer) in the background.
http://www.superstock.com/stock-photos-images/1597-7043 --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, turquoiseb <no_reply@...> wrote: > > Settling into my first writing cafe of the evening, I find myself in a > very Zen-like state. I mean, here -- at the center of the universe that > we all know Fairfield Life to be -- I find myself on a Friday night with > time on my hands, wonderful places to write in, and almost twenty more > posts to do it in. > > But I can't think of a damned thing to write about. I've already posted > most of the weirdass theories and slightly-askew observations I've had > this week in earlier posts. Walking over here, I paused for a few > minutes Watching The Last Rays Of Sunset Strike Notre Dame, and was so > taken by that sight and that phrase that I toyed with writing it up into > a poem. But then I decided that I'd never be able to do better than the > title itself, so I didn't. Besides, that's in the past now, and in the > present I'm in the cafe I was heading to. But still with fuck-all to > write about. > > So I guess I'm stuck having to write about Here And Now. > > "Here" is Le Départ again, and "Now" is...uh...now. And right now, > I'm sitting at a sidewalk table enjoying a tall Leffe (they don't serve > Westmalle Tripel, alas), and realizing that -- even on a hot summer > night like this one -- I'm somewhat underdressed. > > NOT that I went out in my skivvies or anything. It's just that I'm still > wearing the same cool, comfortable cotton pants and shirt I wore to > work. Some of the patrons in this cafe -- especially the ones here with > dates -- look as if they went home first, showered, shaved whatever > parts they felt needed shaving before a hot date, and then put on spiffy > out-on-the-town-in-Paris-wear. They look chic. At best, I look > comfortable. I clearly suck at being a Parisian. :-) > > On the other hand, I'm here doing one of the things I enjoy the most in > life. I have no date for tonight because she is out of town, but in her > absence I get to...wait for it...sit in a cafe in Paris and write. > > All my LIFE I've dreamed of being able to sit in cafes in Paris and > write. And now I'm not only doing that, I'm getting PAID to do it. > > I may not have a hot date with me, and I may not be chic, but I'm *here* > most nights of the week, damnit, doing one of the things I enjoy the > most in life, and being paid to do so by an Insanely Big Megaclusterfuck > of a corporation. What is not to like about that? I am one seriously > fortunate frood. >
