Place: Paris, France, on a bridge that goes to St. Louis-en-l'Ile, a little island in the middle of Paris. Ile St. Louis is to your right, Notre Dame is to your left. The bridge is for pedestrian traffic and street performers. This piano seems to have lost its performer.
I was touring the city alone, our second day in Paris. The island is known for its creperies. We returned the next night with the couple we were staying with to La Taverne du Sergeant Recruteur, a fun restaurant on the island. In its early days young Parisians would come and eat and drink—and then be persuaded to join the army. It's still an all you can eat and drink affair with huge baskets of breads, meats, cheeses, and veggies on your table and this around the main course and desert! Unlimited wine, too.
Time: 1 November 2002
Climate: Cool, sporadic rain, beautiful sky
Temperament: Left frustration, sadness, and annoyance two hours earlier and well into enjoying city beauty, life, and atmosphere
- theCallowQueen
- In the down-hill tumble of life, I'm okay with the scratches and bruises; it's the broken bones that I'm trying to avoid.
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