at the Picasso Museum.
gets an idea.
result of the waiter seating all of us Americans together.
finally had to kick us all out.
Dame at dusk.
John and Leslie had gone to bed so late the night before,
they slept till 1pm on Day Three. Leslie was riddled
with guilt about wasting that kind of time while in
Paris, but John assured her it was all part of his grand,
master, jetlag plan. By the time they had coffee and
completed their toilette, it was 3:30 pm when they left
the hotel. The folks at the front desk laughed when
the pair emerged, saying "Bon Matin!" and
It was a rainy, overcast
day, and they were sure that Floyd had followed them
to France. They wandered over to the Picasso Museum
and while they stood in line to buy a ticket, they noticed
an Ugly American just ahead of them. This odd little
creature was nagging the ticket guy about what she was
going to see in the museum. Her tone suggested that
she somehow felt that this guy must have just set up
a booth in the street and may be just pretending to
sell tickets to the Picasso Museum. While he was trying
to get rid of her, he looked over her head at Leslie
and John and rolled his eyes as if to say "sorry
about the delay, but as you can see, I'm being tormented
by this American woman".
|After the odd little woman
finally gave up trying to find out what was in the
museum and went in to see for herself, the ticket
guy started to go on and on to Leslie and John,
who were next in line, about what a pain in the
neck she was. But he was doing it all in French.
When he heard John speak he realized that the pair
Americans, he began to
apologize. Leslie and John just laughed, "she was
driving us crazy, too" Leslie told him. Leslie
and John were just relieved not to look like Americans.
When they emerged from
the Picasso Museum a few hours later, they made it about
a block away before there was a torrential downpour.
Leslie had an umbrella, but John just ignored the rain
and walked briskly towards an awning in front of a shop.
He mumbled something about buying an umbrella, but politely
declined when Leslie offered to share hers.
They waited out the rain
in a little shop that sold an odd variety of wares,
plants, soaps, garden supplies. They made a small purchase
as a way of saying thank you for allowing them to wait
out the rain, and headed for the Place de Vosges. Then
they headed back towards the Latin Quarter, but it started
raining again, forcing our travelers back into a bar
for a beer. Poor dears. They journeyed on again, and
ended up on the Ile St. Louis and spent some time looking
in the shop windows.
Leslie spotted a restaurant
with an absolutely gorgeous waiter standing around out
front. She pointed him out to John and they both agreed
it was time to eat, and it had to be with that fabulous-looking
waiter. The restaurant was called La Taverne du Sergent
Recruteur and it was quite empty when they arrived.
It must have been a little early for dinner.
|Each table along one side
of the restaurant was suited for just two people.
But along that wall were roughly ten of these tables.
Pushed together as they were, it resembled one long
table. When the waiter pulled out the table at the
very end, next to another wall, and Leslie crawled
into her little corner, the waiter pushed the table
back in tightly. She asked John to ask the waiter
how was she going to get out if she needed to,
and he said, "well,
monsieur, she should just jump!" and he laughed.
So they let Leslie out to use the ladies room, shoved
John back into the corner and all was right with the
world as far as Leslie was concerned.
While they were eating
the appetizers already on the table and gazing at the
menu, another couple came in. The waiter brought the
couple right up to the table that John and Leslie were
occupying. Now Leslie is sitting shoulder to shoulder
with the woman and John is sitting shoulder and shoulder
with the man. They thought that this was rather odd
since 95% of the restaurant was still empty, but then
realized that the couple were Americans. So the four
started chatting with one another.
A few minutes later, the
same scenerio, another couple seated shoulder to shoulder
to the couple who were seated shoulder to shoulder with
John and Leslie. These two were also Americans. Soon
after, the fourth and final American couple arrived
and were seated in the same fashion next to the third
The waiter admitted to
doing this deliberately, as he thought it would be nice
for all of the Americans to spend an evening together.
Everyone said that they thought that that was a fine
idea, even though they all wondered if he wasn't just
trying to keep the American patrons away from his native
clientele. Whatever the reason, everyones mood was cheerful
and the eight Americans spent the night there, drinking
and eating and swapping stories, eventually stumbling
out into the night, vowing to meet up somewhere, sometime.
During the long evening,
one of the men announced that he was here to see Morrison's
grave before they moved it, which got Leslie going.
Then the man from the third couple said that he had
heard that no one was moving him after all, so there
was no real rush to see the gravesite. It seems someone
had made an anonymous donation to Pere LaChaise, with
the idea of keeping him there.
It was only drizzling a
little when John and Leslie headed back to the hotel
by way of the Cafe Mabillon. After spending a few hours
there, having drinks and observing the nightlife, they
headed back to the hotel. Thinking that sleeping late
again might be an issue, John put in a wakeup call for
9am. After dutifully making entries into their journals,
they're heads finally hit the pillows at 3am.