Late night, so late morning.<\/p>\n
Good and bad art day. A few gains, a few losses. C’est la vie.<\/p>\n
Thought about going to the Arts et Metiers\u00a0mus\u00e9e<\/em>\u00a0but it was too nice a day.<\/p>\n Sandy was working so I had lunch at Swann et Vincent, 7, rue St. Nicolas (12th arr.), an Italian place\u00a0near Bastille. (There is another in the 14th arr.) Then as I knew Sandy had some errands to run, I wandered around various\u00a0quartiers<\/em>. Ran into our pal, Paul, from Fish La Boissonerie in the Jardin du Luxembourg.\u00a0Strange to run into people you know here but why not, I suppose.<\/p>\n Went sketching in Place St. Sulpice. Not pretty, I’d say. My sketching that is, not the Place.<\/p>\n Seems to be our week for ethnic dining.\u00a0We had dinner at Le Bistrot de Pekin, 38, rue de Ponthieu, 8th arr. (fave of the pianist Lang Lang; they certainly knew him there).<\/p>\n A few days ago, I may have mentioned euros in relation to a lunch or dinner which prompted a response from a friend, CS, who propounded his theory of foreign exchange, namely, when you are abroad, ignore the currency sign. A sound plan.<\/p>\n\n\t\t