That's the name of the cafe I've been writing from in Paris lately, the one with the cozy terrace with the good space heaters. I dined here tonight, and then stuck around to see if any of the people I had such a charming conversation with last Thursday might show up again.
Voila. Ritam, dude. My friend (from the other night) Ben showed up, and he dragged a friend over and into an ongoing conversation in both French and English. It was cool, sort of a "foreign language exchange." His friend wanted to practice his English, I wanted to practice my French, and so everything went just swimmingly. Purists would probably have been horrified by our butchering of each others' native languages, but we had fun. We discussed movies, women, places to live, women (hey, they're French), philosophy, and many other topics, in both languages. Then a third friend of Ben's joined us, and we continued to explore our mutual "shared vocabularies in another language." Then a fourth and fifth friend arrived, and it continued far into the evening. Sadly, Goldine (from the other night) was not one of the friends in attendance, but I have two more weeks of nights here before I leave Paris, so hope springs eternal. :-)
