St. Padraic’s Day

18 March 2004 at 17:26 Leave a comment

Yesterday turned out to be a fabulous forecast of Spring – temperature in the upper 60s, sunshine.

We went to an Irish Pub in the Latin Quartier, of course, and had a lovely time, of course, wearing our green. Not that either one of us is Irish, but we let the Irish have their day and like to join them in it. We had a nice quiet corner for a good hour before the younguns showed up and got noisy – and then it was time to go home anyway.

There was a brass band livening up Place St. Michel, and we grabbed a “sandwich grec” before catching the Metro home. A really nice day.

Most surreal moment of my life thus far: I glanced down le rue de le chat qui peche (the cat who fishes street) and I saw a white-haired man wearing a kilt walk into a doorway.

A kilt.


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