Friday, January 9, 2009
Another slow beginning to a day that fleshed out nicely. I headed to the storied Place des Vosges in the very hip Marais section of Paris and had a nice lunch overlooking the square (pictured, still with a skiff of the earlier snow—more about this place later), after which Margaret, a teacher of writing at the New School in New York’s Greenwich Village and seated nearby, offered to buy me an espresso. I accepted, we chatted, then I bought us wine at a bar on the Rue de St. Antoine. We agreed to meet later for a piano concert scheduled for the Theatre de Ile St-Louis across from my apartment. Urs Ruchit, an unremarkable soloist, gave an uneven performance of works by Bach and Liszt, but it was rather a nice way to finish off an afternoon with a new friend. I declined Margaret’s invitation to go ice skating (even in college this was not a skill I mastered—too uncertain, could not skate backwards, could only stop by hitting a wall), and so we said goodbye with plans to say hello again one day. After a forgettable meal, I repaired to 33 Rue des Deux Ponts for an early bed. Saturday awaits.