International Writers Magazine:
Surprise in Paris
a business night in Paris, I chose to take associates to dinner
at the famed La Coupole restaurant, which I had no way of knowing
was now a nightly yuppie mob scene and so upscale I couldnt
recognize it from the La Coupole my wife and I had eaten at 30 years
earlier. Now all chrome and glass, at our visit, it was certainly
a lot less New Age. Former L.A. Time travel writer, Beverly Byers,
had written a guide book which my wife and I used as our bible,
because at the time, it was so us.
to the Small Inns and Hotels of Europe", it suggested a stay
at the Scandanavia Hotel and try to book room ? (Ive forgetten
the number), but that was the room Casanova preferred when he visited
Paris. Booking ahead, we succeeded in securing that very room, but blushed
when we saw what we had booked. The walls and ceiling were all mirrored.
All sizes and shapes of mirrors, except for two nature scene murals,
which did little to mute the effect.
Our 30 years ago amazement was soon swept away by the story of Casanova
and our imaginations ran riot with what was purported to had occurred
in our very room. We spent the remainder of the afternoon and early
evening enjoying the view, followed by a refreshing slumber.When we
awoke hungry as bears, it was after nine oclock. Quickly dressing,
we opted to celebrate our afternoon with Casanovas ghost at famed
La Coupole. Almost empty, we wondered why the waiter had chosen to seat
us in the rear, as if our table was an add-on. At the far wall was an
upright piano. I wish I could report on the meal, but its been
long forgotten, though I recall that our shared bottle of red wine had
mellowed us to the point where we splurged on a dessert. A typical chocolate
mousse, but this mousse on a 1 to 10 scale, scored a perfect 10. As
we mmmmd our way through the shared, two spoons mousse, a stout
gentlemen in evening clothes seated himself at the piano and competently
performed a Chopin Etude. When finished, he was joined by an extremely
large woman who spread sheet music the length of the music stand and
leaning over the pianist to read it, belted out the "Bell Song"
from the opera "Lakme". No sooner had she accepted a round
of applause from the few of us there, then a young tenor rendered us
Pavorattis favorite aria from Puccinis Turendot.
While we nursed our remaining wine, other singers and musicians joined
in. When leaving we learned this was the famed French Opera Company
unwinding from their evening performance and singing for their supper.
For us, a day and night that would never see its equal.
© David Russell
Best $5.00 Meal I Ever Had In Spain
In the middle of the tables sat a huge bubbling cauldron, positioned
over burning wood logs. I learned that fire never went out. And the
fish soup in the cauldron never stopped bubbling. On one wall was a
chart in color with exes, he said, marked the fish he caught.
all rights reserved - all comments are the writers' own responsibility
- no liability accepted by hackwriters.com or affiliates.