After seeing yet another apt, I headed to the 17th to meet up with a friend for a simple evening at a wine bar. With the sun finally setting around 9, I know, it stays light VERY late here, I just had a moment.
The place itself was amazing with mostly local clientele who all greeted each-other, invited people to their tables, enjoyed quiet, but intense chats, an older man engrossed in a novel in the corner, while a young couple whispered over a bottle of red wine. The gracious barkeep who offers a taste before serving, funny quotes along the wall, one made me giggle so I included it below, and the travelling guitarist who provided excellent jazz and traditional french songs.
I was taking this all in, while trying to explain what I am discovering in the city over cheese and a white wine, to the person to whom I will forever be in debt for showing me this place. Attempting to find the words to describe how walking the streets and seeing a city that is so different just a few blocks apart, the sense that one must live here, not incessantly work, take time to eat and enjoy afternoons in the park, hold hands, be confident, listen to people, say hello, eat ridiculous amounts of bread, watch the Seine...
All in all, I think I am beginning to love this city.
"Quand ma verre est vide je plains, quand ma verre est plein je le vide." -JO
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