May 20, 2005
Paris
Paris
Adieu Paris. I have had the very best adventure ever. Spent my last night here enjoying the sweet sounds of Lotus (you gotta say it with a French accent…”Lotou!”) at my favourite bar I found in all of Paris- Le Connétable. The first night I found this place I was wandering about the Marais after going to “La Nuit des Musees” at the French archives -They lit up all the museum exhibits with coloured lights, black lights and other various Rave-y madness and let all the Saturday night street goers wander through… with live DJs and all! I got to see Napoleon’s hat- Anyways, Le Connétable is a true real-thing beamed out of the 1920’s artsy philosophizing speakeasy joint that sucked me in like a giant horseshoe shaped magnet in the sky. It’s the kind of place where the seriously talented cute boys (all Johnny Depp-like in “Chocolat”) rock out on the ragtime guitar in a stairwell till the crack of bleedin’ dawn in the drippy drippy carved out stone cave bar basement like we’re all gonna die tomorrow or something. There was even bad wine, French intellectual conversation, and the whole nine yardage, man. I think I might just have to move here.
But I am indeed really looking forward to my bed… and my dog… and not having to speak French if I don’t want to…
At the Hotel de Sejour, Paris
