Paris on Valentine’s day is weird. There’s a line outside McDonalds whilst Pan De Vin Blanc (little phonetic French joke for you there Sun readers) have pulled their Valentine’s day special chocolate box due to lack of interest. Not at all what you’d expect.
However you can still tell it’s Valentine’s day by the low moans of amour creeping in under the door of your hotel room as young couple after young couple, checks in, checks out of their clothes and begins le dance d’orizontal - forgetting that Paris hotels have walls made of crepe paper. Or perhaps, in the fashion of the true boheme, just not caring.
Still there are worse places to be... spent the day in a coffee shop that predates ‘kill the natives and steal their turkeys’ America drinking short café noir with a rotating cast of characters... all of whom turned up on time and had an attitude to indulgent pleasure matched only by my frotting neighbors. To quote both (and Billy Idol) the order of the day seems to be “More, more, More”
Best ideas I’ve seen here are a flat zero calorie coke (for those who don’t want to feel bloated), a store that expands out into the street at the touch of a button and a fantastic Tequilla Soda concoction that fizzes all over you like a mentos spiked Coke agitated by the rocking of the bed of my (increasingly noisy) neighbors
C'est magnifique
2 comments:
Long time reader, first time commenter. I've always wondered, why Dakota Fanning? I think you are taking a risk with her. Fair enough, interesting name, but what else what else?
The Dakota moment came when I realized that no movie would be made for at least ten years and that by that point Dakota would be post Yale, looking for a Sally Field's Sybil type role and that computer technology would have advanced to the point where it was plausible. That and I loved the way she steals every movie she's in.... except that bloody horse thing
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