Monsieur Douane, 'I'm sorry'. <<Je m'excuse>>. I did not realise that there were customs; at Customs. I simply thought your dog was cute. So I stoked it. Was <<NE TOUCHEZ PAS LE CHIEN>> really necessary To bring to a close a moment of tendresse humain? N'est pas, c'est pas la peine. Never mind, it's not... Continue Reading →
Even in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, The bourgeoisie of Paris, Hang out their dirty linen. To dry. In the public street.
The river has burst its banks and armed police parade its flanks. It seems nature and man have turned against this once great city. But in the shadow of the cloud a woman and a man walk arm-in-arm and smile. And out of the cold city dusk I feel the touch of their warmth in... Continue Reading →
I pass a small group, a family perhaps. The boy is clutching a scruffed kitten and laughing. We catch each others’ eyes. He throws it at his brother. The kitten lands, paws outstretched, on the boy’s chest. Everyone laughs. ‘Do you want it? ... 1,000 dinars’ 'It’s a cat from the street! It’s free, I... Continue Reading →
A member of reception staff glides across the pristine carpet and under the Arabesque archways: ‘Monsieur?’ ‘Oui’ ‘Votre taxi, c’est arrivee’ I step into the passenger seat on the ramp adjacent to the entrance, and we being to descend the cobbles towards the exit. The hotel complex feels like a remake of a Medieval castle.... Continue Reading →