Saturday night in the St Germain

So, lazed about most of yesterday. Though, I did make it to a lavaderie so I could wash some clothes and have clean underwear.

In the evening, I took the train in to Paris, with the plan of walking around and perhaps seeing a movie. Seeing a movie was out, because the last train back is at midnight... So, I started walking down the St Germain. I paused to watch a sculptor sculpting vegetables (very lovely -- think of it as temporary art, like a bouquet of flowers), and was fairly promptly asked by a man to join him for a drink.

No, dear reader, this recent convert to the pleasures of Holiday Romance did not have a Parisian HR. There were different little red flags that came up, and I decided that he was not the best man for more HR for me. He was nice enough and interesting enough, but the seduction technique (if it can even be called that), was rather poor, and mentioning that you think you might be an alcoholic: not the best way to pick up a woman...

Still, it was a nice evening and it was pleasant to drink a couple drinks in a cafe on the Rue St Germain, have an interesting a varied conversation (art to politics to travelling to jobs to me explaining what Amazon.com is to a non-computer user) and watching the people walk by the cafe.

Am now off to go in to Paris and see a movie, and (probably) visit Les Tuileries -- aka My Favorite Paris Park.

Bon journee!