Day 11 of 21
I wandered into a protest regarding the conflict in Egypt today. It had my heart racing. I was standing behind a journalist that went into the fray. And the protesters descended on him. I was caught behind him with the police behind me. A fight broke out. They all pressed in. I stepped behind the police. They asked me for my press pass then told me to beat it.
I spent the day on and around the Champs Elysees.
Lunch at Le Dada.
The best salad I’ve had by far: raw mushrooms, boiled potatoes, egg.
I visited Palais du Tokyo which only had two pieces installed. One of which was made up of carpenter’s crosses:
Very stylish place. I bought a card that read ‘be proud of your fears.’
But the most magical sensory thing today was visiting Laduree for the first time. I went to the touristy one on the Champs Elysees but it was still incredible.
My dessert was a pastry version of the macaron with cream and raspberries. It was rose, caramel, and lychee flavored. My tea was Laduree’s special blend, also mainly rose flavored. There wasn’t anything about what I ate there that wasn’t completely balanced. Not too sweet and with this fragrant yet subtle rose flavor. It was kind of amazing. I wasn’t expecting it.
I wrote a poem.
I walked down the Champs Elysees after that as it got dark I took pictures on the gravel path leading to the Louvre. Even though it was already dark and I had no flash I felt like I couldn’t take a bad picture. There are these statues lining the path. There’s one of a man walking with his head in his hand. I walked close to take its picture and I got shivers because it felt like he could come alive. Like I would get caught in his despair.
Tonight at Le Jean Bart the bartender who wasn’t so nice before was so nice tonight. Shook my hand. Go figure. And I bought Gitanes. 5.80 euros.
Tomorrow: Manicure, Maison Victor Hugo, Pate at Le Bon Marche.
Someone posted this great video on facebook this morning:
Paté and Heartbreak 