I remember Paris

I guess it’s the cold weather and the rum, but I prefer to remember the City of Lights in my own way, from my own times there – and this helps blow out the cobwebs a bit. I know I’ve blogged it before…but it’s irresistible to me.
We hung-out at a friend’s cramped 7th floor walk-up, on the Rue Du Four in/on the Left Bank, in a decrepit building at a height from which we could only see other rooftops. We smoked blue Gauloise and ate yogurt, chocolate, butter, and bread – and juggled oranges by the river, panhandling on a lark. I shot a lot of picture before my camera was stolen.

My other enduring memory-prompt (also in a repeat appearance here) from that era was the very stylish, atmospheric, and cool French gangster-film by Jean-Jacques Beineix, with gorgeous Opera singer Wilhelmenia Fernandez in DIVA – and the incredible moped subway chase-scene (for it’s time a real tour-de-force).

Au revoir Paris, I have no idea what you are like now.