Were To Find Teckdeks

Le Tire-Bouchon

had decided to devote the afternoon. After a week between the gray walls of the school with no company other than the memories of Rousseau and his flirtations with the French constitutional litigation, had decided to devote the afternoon. Montmartre expected.

Calvary Street "has never been a more suitable name for a street welcomes one of the most historic Paris in the 18ème arrondissement, whose streets seem to wait long. Squares and cobbled pathways are embedded in a canvas of warm colors and thick brushstrokes. Filled cafes and artists offering their services line the sidewalks, while pensioners spend idle hours playing chess in the corner before the curious eyes of tourists. And in the background, the faint sound of a piano is to draw attention to a cafe on the rue Norvins with Poulbot. A coffee that, because of his unkempt appearance and gray, would usually unnoticed.

But Le Tire-Bouchon is not any coffee. No draws tourists willing to shell out unimaginable amounts for a simple coffee or marriages middle-aged daily terraces lining the wide boulevards of Paris. Its walls filled with memories and writings of any other aspiring writer to fill the air. "It sells second hand bike at a good price," can be read along with a poem based on the adventures of one Frederick in Le Chat Noir. Photos of musicians, poets, painters and even tightrope walkers crowd next to a main beam that serves as home to an old piano. Brel, they say, began frequenting their tables when he moved to Paris back in 1952, why a copper portrait of him presiding over the main hall. In the background, filling the air, bitter and soft voice of Grand Jacques.



The coffee company and small interventions at the local piano Owner enlivened the hours passed, and before I was barely has time to return. Returning to Paris from the lights and shadows of the great avenues and boulevards, bikes and cloth coats. Return, but knowing that there is a corner at the end of the butte de Montmartre where time stops. Back knowing that Le Tire-Bouchon expected.



Pd. By the way, Barbara, can I have your permission to have one of your poems decorate your walls?