After the film, we
came out onto the Boulevard des Capucines. It was twilight. It was grey, a
chill coming. Holding hands, we made our way down the Boulevard. Shopping in the
2nd Arrondisement was one of our rituals. Manfield, across from Theatre Olympia,
is a shoe store. A pair of suedes, with too-high heels, caught my eye. Paul
said they would go with my cashmere coat.
From MANFIELD we
walked along Capucines, to window shop…“faire
du lèche-vitrines" as we used to say, and then to Le Grand Cafe Capucines.
Paul ordered our
early Saturday evening coupes du champagne. We talked of the film and laughed.
In a way, every film with Paris at its heart is a love story. We
chose onion soup, then lamb, a carré d'agneau.
Paul chose the wine, a Château Lalande-Borie.
We walked back
along Capucines, in the direction of the metro OPERA, warmed by the food and
wine against the cold, blowing night. I had tied my midnight navy blue scarf, a
Petrusse, to protect against the chill. Holding hands, we stood in front of Palais
Garnier. Before descending into the Opera Metro, we looked in all directions,
at the lights. Paul recited: "Then there was the bad weather. It would
come in one day when the fall was over.”
“There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person
who has lived in it differs from that of any other......But this is how Paris
was in the early days.”
Ernest Hemingway, A
Moveable Feast
To tie a Scarf for the Evening
Petrusse scarves are now in-store.
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