This time in Paris, we went on a week day and had sandwiches and cake for brunch with my pal Goon.
Goon was telling us all about some music festival in Rennes he was going to and Anthony was telling us about how he saw Genesis P Orridge on some artist courier bus after initially mistaking him for a weird old woman. [Pls correct me if I have than wrong Anthony.]
Goon and I had awesome cheeseburger. I know. In Paris. It was great. They even asked us how we would like the burger done. A point of course.
Then we had this:
A pear and caramel Charlotte. Unbelievable incredible.
And then I took a picture of Anthony for his mum:
Wah-ha-ha having a jolly good time in a French kitchen setting. Look at those rustic pots and pans. [Look at the handsome little face too!]
And after lunch, we bid Goon adieu. He left the key with me – he had let me crash in his flat when my plane travels changed with that strike thing in London (did that even happen actually)
Never visit someone’s home empty handed especially when they are doing you a favour.
Anyway GOON WHERE ARE YOU?! I STILL HAVE THE KEY! WE DIDN’T RETURN IT CAUSE MY BACK WENT BANG AND I ENDED UP IN THE WONDERFULLY HYGIENIC ST LOUIS HOSPITAL. ARE YOU STILL IN RENNE?!
On that note, I will go and have a lie down and read the Cake Wreck book one of the girls got me for my birthday.
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