Lunch with bretsy and their beautiful new apartment. A day of productivity that included yoga membership, french phone, and metro pass. Im officially a functioning local. I napped even though i shouldnt have and made dinner for Amel and i. We easily pass the time with a bottle of wine and conversation before we realize we must get out the door to be social. We first stopped at an irish bar where a friend’s band is playing. We meet some internationals and share a few drinks and laughs and head onto the next. We arrive at Les Caves just nearby our place. its the night of the poetry brothel and we are welcomed with red candle lit underground caverns and face painted ladies and gents sipping and canoodling in their corners. I was asked to take photos so i snapped a few.. Had my face drawn, watched a “burlesque” act and then headed out as the dj started spinning tunes. Amel and i stopped by the Rush for a night cap and were greeted by a drunk irish man whose paintings covered the wall. The featured artisit i presume. He took a fancy to me i suppose and insisted that i take one of the paintings home. He scrawled my name on the back along with the date and finished it with his signiture.
Not til i walked away did i discover he apperantly is a big deal and the painting was worth something?
Just a regular night in Paris.
