I know you're wondering...

....what's going on with the grocer?

Well, the shop is open. But it's only midnight, so there's no party going on outside yet. On close inspection, it looks like at least six nectarines were sold since last night. But I can't verify that.

I'm looking forward to the arrival of the grocer's friends around 1 a.m. I'm sure there will be alcohol involved and lots of vigorous shouting. But luckily, there's a group of tourists in front of the hotel across the street who are talking noisily in the meanwhile, so when the volume level goes up, it won't be that jarring.

[update at 12:30 a.m.....and again at 1:30 a.m. here they are...the friends arrived!]

dinner in Oberkampf

It got warm outside today. But only after I left the apartment in black pants, boots, a warm shirt, etc. so that I could spend the day suffering.

I met my friend Pascale and we went to a photography exhibit in the 7eme arrondissement.....I like the 7eme, after you get away from the tourist horror show in the 5eme and the 6eme...and go window shopping for the beautiful kitchen furnishings, furniture, etc. Here's a photo of yet another beloved Parisien establishment that's closed for August...an ice cream parlor.

But soon, Pascale was complaining about the lack of tabacs (read: cigarettes) and we ventured back to the grittier environs of my neighborhood, where the density of smokers and tabacs are higher.

Then we had mojitos at Cafe Charbon on Oberkampf....always a good place for a cold drink....and later, dinner across the street at Justine. I'm including a photo of me for Jan Hanford, who always complains that I don't look at the camera when my photo is taken. This is for you, Jan.

On the way home, I finally took a snapshot of the ill-fated restaurant on the street around the corner from my flat. If any of you ever saw the TV series "Seinfeld," you might recall the episode about the doomed restaurant in the neighborhood that kept changing themes and owners, but never got customers. This place is the same thing. This year it's a Turkish restaurant. Last year it was Italian. The year before that, it was Lebanese. But most of the time, it's open and waiting for customers who never arrive.

And speaking of open. and waiting for customers...you might be wondering about my grocer. Yes, he's open and ready for business...

still cold

It's 58 degrees here in Paris. I just washed one of my only two pair of long pants and some long-sleeved shirts, because I can't wear any of my summer clothes. They're hanging to dry in the bathroom....and in this climate, it takes two days for things to dry.

I tried to buy a pullover yesterday. However, everything I saw was skin tight, covered with shiny stuff or flowers, or otherwise completely unacceptable. Why are the women's clothes here always so awful? The fabric is always flimsy and scanty...I just want a neutral, loose pullover that I can wear over a shirt to stay warm. Doesn't anyone make them anymore ?

I'm also starting to come down sick. I've been dosing myself with Grapefruit Seed Extract and Yin Chiao for a couple of days now, but the terrible feeling in the back of my throat, and now my stomach, is starting to become more obvious. I hope I can shake this thing before I head for Zurich.

Does Anyone Need a Grocer?

Some of you might live in a town that needs an all-night grocery shop. If you do, let me suggest my neighborhood grocer. If you're in need of a nectarine in the middle of the night or have a craving for a 12-pack of beer or just some male bravado, this might be the ticket.

If you don't feel like a nectarine tonight, don't worry -- the same nectarines will be put out in front of the shop tomorrow. Or the next day. You'll have plenty of opportunities to buy one.

The shop is open for at least 18 hours per day or longer, but it becomes more animated as the night wears on. Here you can see in these two photos: the shop at midnight -- no action -- and again after 1 a.m., when the grocer's friends arrive with beer. Paris might be sleeping....but not my grocer!

Does YOUR town need an all-night grocery store?

Rain Free in le Marais

The rain finally eased up today and I met my friend Pascale this afternoon. We ate a salad on rue Montorgueil and then walked to the Marais. It's still not that crowded, luckily. We stopped at a cafe for happy hour (mojitos) and then walked some more, eventually heading back to the Bastille and then to my neighborhood. Along the way, I snapped a couple of photos: first, of two Smart cars sharing a single parking space (note: there's no room to navigate out of the space again), and a small synagogue near rue des Rosiers where we heard people chanting inside....neither of us had ever noticed it before.

And finally, there are hundreds of Parisiens out on the new rented bicycles...so many, in fact, that as we passed through the Bastille, people were asking us if we wanted to rent one because they were trying to return theirs to an official drop-off point, and all the stalls in the Bastille were full. People are riding these bicycles everywhere to do their errands....you often see them ride by with a baguette sticking out of the basket on the front of the bike. It's a brilliant idea...it costs just a euro to rent one for an hour, drop it off at a station, and not worry about it again. The bike system has only existed for a month or two, and already Paris is starting to look like Amsterdam!

The Grocer

It's another cold and rainy day in Paris. I just looked at the weather....tomorrow, there's a double-whammy ahead: rain PLUS lightning. Oh boy! Can't wait.

Meanwhile, I haven't yet mentioned the current bane of my existence: the late-night grocery store across the street. This shop has been there every year that I've rented this apartment, and the proprietor always stays open late and is always noisy, but this year seems worse than most.

Nowhere else in Paris is there a little shop like this that stays open till 2 or 3 a.m....but three stories below me, opposite my bedroom window, I have The Grocer. He stands outside with the lights blazing till the wee hours of the morning, talking and laughing loudly with his friends. They all apparently have nothing better to do but to stand outside in front of his shop until 2 or 3 in the morning, as well. NO ONE seems to shop there, and no one in Paris probably needs a nectarine in the middle of the night on a weeknight, anyway. (If you need one, let me know, and I'll give you his address.)

I don't understand why the neighbors here don't stop him, or why the guests in the hotel across the street don't complain about this guy. The only thing I can imagine is that maybe he's part of some militant group and everyone knows that if you complain, there'll be a great big hole in the ground where your building used to stand. Can people call the police around here and complain about noise? What number would I call? What would I say? Anyway, it's noon and his shop is open again....I think the only day he's actually closed is Monday. Yay....something to look forward to.

Cold Summer in Paris

I've just checked the temperature online tonight. It's 46 degrees. No wonder why I'm so cold! Paris is rainy and dreary and also rainy. Yesterday I got so soaked that it felt like my clothes were loaded with concrete. And I didn't bring enough warm clothes. I was expecting to be roasting.....not like this!

On Tuesday night, I met with Pierre Baillot of the Maïdo Project at a café in the Bastille. We did an interview using my iPod with the little Belkin recording gadget attached to it. And I think that part of the audio came out better than the voiceover I did at the apartment later. I don't have my usual recording equipment with me, so using my USB headset (for Skype) really sounds shrill.

Anyway, it was great to meet Pierre. A former jazz musician turned electronica/world fusion musician, he's the driving force behind the Maîdo Project. His tracks have been played at Hotel Costes and at Buddha Bar, but not made it onto any of their compilation albums yet. He gets airplay on some French radio stations and ...it looks like soon...perhaps KCRW in Los Angeles. But like so many great talents these days, you only get to hear this great music if you comb the internet.

I put together a special podcast/interview on my laptop, and now I'm struggling with the tools that I have with me to get the files online. I completely forgot to take a copy of my iTunes XML file with me and the code in it is complicated (and I don't want to overwrite the one that's online right now), and I also don't have a copy of my FTP software with all my shortcuts and site passwords saved in it.

Trying to make the audio in this podcast sound good when I used a headset for my voiceover that's actually meant for phone calls, and an iPod with a tiny microphone attached to it...that's a challenge. I've tried to massage the tracks in GarageBand right now. But I did put something together and I hope you can at least hear the MP3 version before I get home. Then I can maybe get the iTunes version (with images and links in it) online.

I really appreciate how gracious Pierre was and I'm so happy that I could do this special podcast, even if I'm a bit hamstrung by my lack of equipment. I'm pretty amazed that I have what I do, actually. And that's what the portable recording studio on a laptop is all about...I was just a bit disorganized.

What else did I do today? Not that much. I decided to eat a late lunch at Cafe des Anges on rue de la Roquette...I really like that place because they serve basic food all day, they're friendly -- like most Parisiens -- the people who work there act as invested in serving the customers as the proprietor would -- the salads are generous, and they always give me a full container of Amora mustard to go with it. And basically I use the salad as a delivery system for the mustard.

I think Amora mustard -- this basic supermarket staple -- is the best mustard in the world. It probably costs just a Euro for a good-sized container of it. But it's got this kick to it that's kind of like when you eat too much wasabi in a sushi restaurant. It really rocks! I wish someone would start importing this amazingly great mustard into the USA....forget Maille and all the others.

Then I went to my favorite epicerie in the 3eme, and sadly, like many other places that I like in Paris, it's closed in August until the 27th. I'm going to have a very busy last day here before I leave for Switzerland. What was I thinking? I won't be returning here in August again unless I live here someday.