« Is Russia About To Resume Its Campaign Against Al Nusra In Syria? by Willy B | Main | Indefinite suspension for cause. »

05 June 2016


Feed You can follow this conversation by subscribing to the comment feed for this post.



Unfortunately "Fouquet's," the old "Fouqet's" is long dead, sold to some Philistine and now a mere mournful echo of the Paris of the Lost Generation. pl

The Beaver


As soon as I saw the frites, I knew it was l'Entrecôte.
Wonder if you will be going to Brasserie Balzar on rue des Ecoles :-)

Rob Waddell

That's really good Fred.. I can't help trying to sync it to a beat (i.e. NY 1960's) and I'm sure Alexander never envisioned the surfers.



So far yet so close. I was staying in a nice boutique hotel a five minute walk away. Next time.... Hopefully not another few years.


Thank you Rob. I had this in my head for a week, had to put pen to paper and tried not to over edit the feeling.


I don't know if you already tried, but if not, next Time in Paris, you may want to try "La Fontaine de Mars" a very old Paris restaurant near Eiffel tower, famous for their Duck dish (made very differently) , they were visited by Obama and wife when he was there last.
there is a small fountain near by that is where Napoleon watered his horse. If I remember correctly, hope Patrick can conform if I am correct?


Awesome Fred. Enjoy!


Fred the Michigander
Shades of Kerouac maybe Kesey.
Go Navy. Oxygen deprivation??

SAC Brat

Are you still looking for a foie gras mule? I may know a ratline...


Fred, you have no idea how much I have enjoyed thinking of you indulging at l'Entrecote.
Living life well.
Hat tip for that.


Fred, that was fabulous. A place, past and present, so much captured by so few words.



The amine was in the O2 scrubbers. Having a 110 guys on a ship designed for 95 didn't help much.



Well there I was, when, to quote Captain Renault from Casablanca, in walked this "breathtaking blonde". But then she was young. I saw the real elegance at Salle Gaveau during a concert by Stéphanie-Marie Degand (violon) and Marie-Josèphe Jude on piano. Think Catherine Deneuve.


I agree, and concerning the Fred, I thought I vaguely knew, admittedly a surprise. If he is the Fred, I met around here early, that is. Somehow it approaches a poem. It feels.

Will store the link. I love cryptic messages. But yes, then I stayed far off the verbally condensed types of literature, like poems. No expert in the larger verbal field of impressionism.

Some poems no doubt fascinated me, but I also never felt an impulse to "dissect" them with the respective tools on offer.

The Twisted Genius


That was wonderful. I feel I have experienced your enjoyment and reminisces through your words. You're damned good at this. I hope I read more of your musings here in the future.


"I close my eyes, yes, memory lives. It is 19reagansomething."

"In Washington it is a dark hour and the year is 20neoconsomething."


Thank you, Fred.


Outstanding Post, mais les frites son Belges. Created in the 1600s.
I and the Missus & friends go to a small spot in Laguna Beach for some Moules/Frites/Pastis/Grimbergen Tripel..... hold the dessert! except on birthdays..... beats Pizza.



Same Fred, though a different Fred after all this time on SST.



Much enjoy your dispatches from the Land of the Frogs. Have you read A MOVABLE FEAST? Is Shakespeare's still open? Think I remember hearing it had closed.



Yes, I read that one. I think bookstore moved to another part of the city.


Watch out, Proust.


Fred, late to reading this. A very nice read, indeed!

And, does the smell of diesel ever really go away? My dad worked on one of the Barbel class and I believe my mom threatened to burn his work clothes, after the first run through gummed up the washing machine.

packers and movers in kota

very nice information and give the details also good .

The comments to this entry are closed.

My Photo

February 2021

Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
  1 2 3 4 5 6
7 8 9 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
Blog powered by Typepad