May 3, 2022
This morning I woke up early to go to the Marais neighborhood to meet film director Barry Alexander Brown and his wife Verane. We met at a lovely little joint, sat outside under a heater and laughed about a mutual friend and hot chocolate.
Last night I was foolish enough to wander near the Eiffel tower around sunset. The crowds were huge. It was a bit claustrophobic. Beautiful, of course, but not what I had in mind.
The walk back was interesting. One of the people I was with thought they were trapped in a toilet at a train station. They were pounding on the door and yelling to be let out. I guess if you are going to die in a toilet. let it be in Paris. I'd be embarrassed to say I died in a bathroom in, say, Winslow or Petersburg. Which I assume could happen. That's the one thing we learned from Elvis, death might catch you where you are, not where you want to be.
I'm packing up to head out to a shoot right now. Strangely enough with a guy I met in New York City, who is from Australia, and we just happened to be in Paris at the same time. And his hotel is just a few doors down from mine! Small world indeed.
After we figure out the rocknroll, I going to go find something new. Wish me luck.
Your pal in Paris,
Brique .