June 22, 2013 Rue
des Quatra Fils, Paris
I stayed in the flat working on the novel until it was time
to get ready for dinner. The time flew by while I wrote, and I looked forward
to a lovely evening with Dave’s charming friends, who I hadn’t yet met, but had
complete faith that if Dave loved them, so would I. All was good: the food and wine, dessert and
conversation. Pascal and Arnaud planned
the details of time and place just perfectly.
The restaurant was just a short walk away, and the outdoor music
festival nearly raged on the tiny cobbled streets as we strolled to dinner. People of all ages from everywhere were out,
enjoying all of the various kinds of free live musical performances going
on. I couldn’t take a step without
adding a little bounce in sympathy with the beat.
Inside the restaurant it was quiet and modern. Pascal and Arnaud the perfect gentlemen,
acting our hosts and advisors. We began
with a champagne toast, and then enjoyed some wonderful courses. We chatted of our mutual friendship with
Dave, traveling, customs, food, and wine.
Tres Bon!
After dinner, we took a short walk through the musical
sidewalks and into a couple of bars—I have to find a better word than
that. At the first, a tiny place with a
brass horseshoe shaped bar, my friends spotted a famous French movie star. The second was a tiny bookstore with bar
service. Fantastique! Something like that would be a wonderful
addition to Blue Jay. After this
thoroughly pleasant day, I slept well, hearing virtually nothing from the
street while ensconced in the flat.
If you are traveling as a writer, plan to write, but also,
as I was lucky enough to do today, spend time with the local people. You will be much enriched. Merci.
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