Last night a drink with my refined Vincent at Comptoir de Sept, at his suggestion. A stroll home past le tour eiffel - sparkling and blue.
Today a friendly knock on Novotel Room 1018. Bienvenue, David. Proof of two things - the whole world is a plane flight away and there is nothing more exciting that being in it with your best friend.
This morning a ride from Denis in the curbside black Peugeot. We crossed Paris quickly, ambling up Saint Honore - Valentino, Laroche, Hermes - pulled into a small driveway in front of a seemingly insurpassable solid iron lion head door surrounded by high moss greened garden walls. The door cracked open - a quick verbal exchange and credential swap - closed again - then swung grandly open to swallow the car from the avenue.
Enter courtyard - cobblestone wet from morning rain - grand staircase to private residence.
Bonjour, Barbara Bush, first daughter, leaving to take in the day.
And make yourself at home, Mademoiselle Carrie, you are a resident on these grounds.
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