Hi everybody. Welcome to my blog where I talk bout my past.
Speaking of past. Have a look at the drawing above. My friend here looked at the date. It was like 30 years ago! Crazy how time goes by. It feels like I was there last year.
I’m gonna dedicate this blog to my friend Jean-Pierre. Man, that guy was like the mayor of Paris. It was funny when he came to Australia, I showed him around the photo labs, the modeling agencies, locations. You get the idea. He said, “If you ever come to Paris, please look me up.” Well, I went four weeks later. I think I called the poor guy every day I was there. It was fun though. We went out all the time. My liver is still recovering. As a matter of fact, I just had my gall bladder removed. The doctor said that was the worst gall bladder he’s ever seen. I said, that’s not a gall bladder. That’s called Paris. So Jean-Pierre, it’s all your fault.
The above Cafe De La Mairie was my favorite cafe to go to. When my apartment was too cold, I would go and hang out at Cafe de la Mairie. I guess you could say I was a true artist living in Paris. I would sit in the cafe, nurse my coffee, then bier, all day. I used to draw all the time. It was a nice place to hang out. Actually, Paris, in general, was a great place to hang out. It was also central to the rest of Europe. My agent was based in Paris, but I’d get hired to go to Italy, London, Spain, Portugal, Germany. Life was good. It was a great place to live. If I sound like I’m reminiscing, it’s because I am. I had a hard day today. I wanted to reminisce about the past. This blog is a good form of escape.
So, let’s go back to Paris. Oh man, the food was so good there. The best restaurants to go to were the restaurants that were run by younger people. You see there were a lot of young chefs in Paris. The food was cheap and very good. You kind of had to get inside info to find out where to go. Luckily, the production crew at the magazine I worked for all the time knew where to go. It was cool. And thank God it wasn’t expensive. There are some restaurants to go to that have what’s called a brasserie in a more informal section. It’s the same kitchen, but half the price. I think the one I went to go to all the time was called, CLOSERIE DES LILAS (https://www.closeriedeslilas.fr/o/brasserie-bar/). I remember one time I was at the bar (imagine that) and I looked down. There was a little brass plaque there that said “Victor Hugo.” I guess I was in good company, and in his usual seat. Anyway, it was a great place. I miss it. But the restaurant is still there. You could go if you want. Oh yeah, make sure if you do, you call Jean-Pierre (ha ha ha ha).
Anyway, that’s about it for now. I’m working on getting sidewalks put in in my town. I used to talk about models. Now I sit in the window like an old Italian woman, screaming at kids to get off the street. Man, I gotta get a hobby. This brain injury thing is getting old.
Love and miss you guys. Love, B. Nice
P.S. There’s one thing I learned in Paris. I think Voltaire said it best: I violently disagree with what you’re saying, but I respect the right you have to say it.
That’s it. See you next week. Love, B. Nice