Paris - Day 4

Today I met Gayoungi, my favourite French friend from the KLTI era. We met up in the Latin Quarter, which is mainly in the fifth arrondissement and a little bit of the sixth. It's popular for its studenty atmosphere, for there are a number of schools in that area. I took the RER to Louxembourg and arrived fifteen minutes late. The train drove in the station at a speedy pace, but looking out the window I could still make out a familiar-looking figure sitting on one of the many plastic seats, sitting and waiting. 

I was nicely scolded for being late and then we went to a crepe place close to Gayoung's former school. The last time we met was in London, beginning of the year. Back then I was a visitor, too. Now I would be a host myself, just like P was at that time. And who knows, perhaps I'll be a host in Paris, too, one day. My friends would come over and I'd show them around, take them to awesome places like the one that Gayoungi took me to. It was a short reunion, but it was great to chat over coffee, cola and crepes. 

Then we had to take off. We walked down to St. Michel's station and I took another RER to Pont de l'Alma. From there I walked across the river and turned left, past the spot where Princess Diana had her fatal car accident in 1997, I still remember the news that morning, and to the Palais de Tokyo, where I met Nanook and Bosccono. The book store of the museum of modern and contemporary art has an amazing collection of superkool stuff. Books I would like to own one day.

I dream of a personal library kind of thing. At home. A room full of books, bright, with armchairs, a coffee table and a record player. I would play classic music like De La Soul. Classic in a different way, I know. The walls are walls made out of books, row after row, shelf after shelf, countless pieces of literature. Books on photography, too, arts and design, writing as well. Everything I want to learn, accessible to all my friends, whoever is interested. One day, one day.

In the evening Nanook invited us to his place. We got delicous things for dinner and spent the whole evening eating and drinking and talking and laughing. At one point we laughed so hard that one of the neighbours pounded on his door like there was no tomorrow. It was twelve o'clock on a Tuesday night, so I guess he had a point. But still, he ruined our fabulous sit-in. We quietly cleaned up a little and left the house for another drink. Such a good night. Too good to end with someone banging on his door.