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What Happens in Paris
Here is what D. and I did together in Paris. Read for the joys of the light-hearted city full of lights. The bateau at night is incredible just as it is in Charade—well, okay not that incredible. After all, I’m not Audrey Hepburn but Cary: Peter/Brian/Adam has appeared.
And I have begun to know who is who.
We picked up the bateaux at Pont De L'Alma at 5 p.m. in the winter to see the sunset and, then, the Tour Eiffel in sparkling darkness at 6 p.m.
The ride is short enough to not do you in, long enough to relax and the Paris you see from the Seine will fill your heart: Open heart, open heart.
We had dinner at Brazzerie Zimmer.
From the bateau, we walked up Avenue Georges V and caught the metro, the 1 line. To follow our path, get off at Chatelet, exit through the Place de Chatelet sortie and and you are there. Eat the steak, the artichoke, drink Pomerol, try the Berthillon salted caramel ice cream. Bon apétit!
But is it love?
Coming next: “Breakfront”
Love,
I’m hoping. Nice lines make me hungry.
"Eat the steak, the artichoke, drink Pomerol" - I am intrigued by the imperatives here. Do they suggest other directives in operation? Do they point us towards reading "Open heart, open heart" as a command? And if so, whose heart?
Thank you for your beautiful way of keeping us guessing!