January 29, 2003
The sun is shining
Skies are blue
It's a beautiful day
The heart is abloom
Shoots up through the stony ground
But there's no room
No space to rent in this town
You're out of luck
And the reason that you had to care
The traffic is stuck
And you're not moving anywhere
You thought you'd found a friend
To take you out of this place
Someone you can lend a hand
In return for grace.
It's a beautiful day...
Always reminds me of Ivan and Brigitte. It's a sunny day, we're sitting in the green, wire chairs next to the fountain, outside of Baronne. Swiss laughs, sun glasses, San Pellegrino, she's wearing black and jeans, he's in a T-Shirt, comme d'habitude. Everything is where it should be.
January 23, 2003
You never know who you might meet
Walking home with Nicole from dinner down this little street in Paris, practicing our pronounciation of "t'es une tête de noeud", a new expression I learnt at work today. A man was walking behind us so I joked that perhaps we shouldn't practice that particular expression in public. But we continued doing so.
We'd just walked past Guy Savoy's restaurant when the man turned off to enter the restaurant, to a chorus of "Bonsoir Monsieur"s. Nicole gasped, "oh my god, that was Guy Savoy." The man. The chef. Walking behind us. As we practiced how to say in french "you are a dickhead".
Score minus one for class.
January 20, 2003
Weetabix
Mmmm... Weetabix: a healthy start to every day. Reminds me of my Dad.
