Had an interesting sensation tonight, real déja vu all over again stuff. I'm living this week near where I was staying when I first started coming to Paris for this gig. While here, I developed an affection for a certain writing café/restaurant in this 'hood, so tonight I decided to have dinner there again.
When I first arrived in Paris back in March, it was rainy. So I'd sit on the patio of that café, which was outdoors but covered by an awning, and listen to the music of the rain on the canvas. I always found that sound soothing, and felt that it provided a cool background drone to the music of café conversation, and served as an admirable source of inspiration for writing. Tonight it wasn't raining when I walked over, but then it started, in earnest. That same rain-drone was back, as if it had reappeared to welcome me back. Cool. Dinner was great, too. Chèvre chaud (warm goat cheese) on toast with honey, served on a bed of Caesar salad. With a nice glass of wine. I ate it and chatted with some people at the café, and then I wrote a few pages I actually liked for a piece I've been working on, suitably inspired to do so by the sound of the rain on the canvas. Then I walked home in the rain, doing my best Fred Astaire imitation all the way. All of this adds up to an excellent night out in my book. How was yours?
