Spring Flours
Well, the truth is, the flours and sugars and all are always out in great varietal beauty in Paris. These I shot through the bottom of a mostly closed window shade, at a pâtisserie in the Marais, after hours.
...and Flore in the spring.
Yesterday, I saw some of my favorite people from Flore, the man and lady who sit next to me upstairs with their two Yorkies. They're there every day, and we always talk when I'm next to them. This time, the lady came all the way back down and outside after depositing her dogs to say hello and ask me how I was, which I thought was very sweet.
Two or three Paris visits ago, I was sitting upstairs, and a waiter I'd been chatting with left me a couple of chocolates, which I was saving in a little stack on my placemat to eat.
The shifts changed, and the mean little short waiter came over, all brusque, no "Bonjour...ça va?" and cleared them away. He knew I wanted them, and did it to be mean, and it was so starkly mean it made me feel close to tears.
When I chatted in my broken French with a guy I often see there about what happened, and how awful I thought it was, I think the doggie couple heard and intervened with somebody in the management. Amazingly, about 20 minutes later, the waiter came back, gave me two chocolates and apologized...sounding rather sincere, too!