a bit of history

so i left paris the first time in 1991. for about a year in paris
this was my c-bar, all the foreign legionnaires would show up and
sing drunken songs, it was a safe, fun place to hang out and play
darts right in the heart of 'downtown' paris. so 15 years later it
takes me like an hour to find a place i once spent several nights a
week (to my credit there was a lot of construction going on). so we
arrive late, last call late, but i try to go in a certain door, and
they let us in asking 'how long has it been since you've been here?'
the entrance door and the space has totally changed. the crazy thing
is, as i tell them the years i was there and who i knew, recognition
starts to play on the bartender's face. it turns out this italian
woman (see picture) not only knew some of the people in my stories,
but one of them had been there only hours before! life has some very
cool moments.