One year after I had started to study in Paris, my brother came here for the same reason. It was coincidence.
One night, we went out for a walk downtown of Paris. We thought to each go home around 23:00, but we decided to stay more. A chef smoked in front of a bar. We were seduced by him, entering it. We took a bottle of wine. It was pricey for us. We talked about the people we had met and things that had happened to us...
The bar prepared to close. The yellow lightings appeared to me like stars or fires. My heart was warm. A waiter attracted my eyes. He smoked and moved while arranging the bar. With charm, he seemed to me to dance.
A night after midnight at La Palette