After a long day of travel from Cortona to Paris, we met our friends who had been with us both in Sicily and Tuscany. We were headed to a soirée held each week by an ex-pat American. Other friends who were staying in Paris for two months told us about this event and met us there. Usually, there is a chef friend who cooks the dinner for 40 or so people, but this night, the chef had cancelled, and a friend of a friend cooked. While it was tasty, it certainly was not of the caliber we were expecting.
That said, there were interesting people attending. Conversations were held in French, English, American, Italian, and any combination thereof.
I enjoyed chatting with Claude, friend of our host. It was good to practice my French again. I found, however, that I kept saying, “Si,” instead of “Oui!”
“C’mon, get your countries straight,” I thought, “We’re not in Sicily or Tuscany anymore!”
We were all tired, so we took a taxi back to our hotel and settled in for the night.
The next morning, the four of us walked around the corner to a café Arnie and I frequent and that the other two remembered from last year’s workshop here.
We sometimes forget that many French words were introduced into the “English” language back in the time of “Billy, the Conqueror” in 1066.
It was raining. Hey! It’s Paris!
There were parapluies galore. People walking quickly to gain shelter as soon as possible. At one point, the skies turned almost black.
We were sitting under the protection of the awnings, but our waiter, the same we have had every visit in Paris, kept looking up at the ominous skies, flashing with lightening, rumbling with thunder, and questioned our sanity as the winds picked up. We laughed, and yes, the waiter did, too! He remembered us from years past once he saw us with our cameras.
“Ahhh, les professors!” he exclaimed.
The lights from the café caught the raindrops in the image above, as the man sped toward safety.
Other scenes also presented themselves.
I loved the reflections in the wet sidewalk, the grates around the tree reminding me of Continue reading