We've met plenty of crazy surreal people, but there's another Paris that takes itself seriously. The upper-class Parisian is prudent and conservative. These guys act as if they are more important then they really are and appear to be thinking back to the old glory days before the guillotine! And, hey, guys watch out: maybe they'll bring it back for a repeat performance.
I would say that London and New York are more state of the art, really happening places, although what Paris lacks in contemporary high-end culture it sure makes up for it in romanticism!!! There is no doubt that the city is still, at heart, hot blooded, and it is in this heady rush where Luba and I are living. Snobs or no snobs, there's no one who can take that away from us.
Over the weekend, we totally freaked out the cashiers at the Gallery Lafayette by using the changing rooms as a stage set. The secret eye of my camera found its way through every small opening to bring in the voyeuristic reviews zipped up there on the right. Go see!
Friday night, we gorged ourselves on seafood right next to the ancient Bastille at one of the oldest brasseries in the city, and on Saturday, under a sky pricked by a billion stars, we headed for Saint Germain to Conran's Alacazar, with its delicious 70s porn art photos decorating the walls – so inspiring for the taste buds. more to come.
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