|A Los Angeles Childhood- Day One - Sushi in Paris|
|Saturday, 11 June 2011 18:58|
I’m back at Yaki Sushi, 4 rue Gay Lussac, 75005 Paris. I sit at a table that faces out to the street. I see the 21 and the 17 Bus proceed down Boulevard St. Michel. Au Jardin de Medicis-Fleurs. And next to that is Franc Katner, Chocolatier. I should mention that in the Luxenbourg Gardens are the Medici Palace, which now houses the Senate, and the Medici Fountain. You can Google the park and find out more about the Medici connection.
The noise of the others eating in the restaurant, the sound of the bus going by—all are out of place in my usual daily life of solitude in the country outside of Santa Fe. A group of young women walk by, many with an expression that tells me they are on a mission.
My Futomaki roll is wonderful with crab, oshinko, cucumber, avocado, egg soufflé and tuna is just as I remembered from last year, so many flavors to savor at each meal, and this is just my first day.
Then I’m off to buy a Metro pass, and of course, to renew my acquaintance with the Queens of France in the gardens across the street. They are just as I left them last June. I tell them I will see them tomorrow.
I forgot to mention that while at Yaki, a young man burst into the restaurant ushering out frightful kung fu sounds and moves. The owner and one of the servers urge him to leave. The server is so upset, she drops an empty dish at my table and the dish bounces off the wall by me. “Je suis desole, madam (I’m now old enough for that designation). I respond, “Ce n’est pas une probleme pour moi.” She takes away what’s left on my plate and brings me a new serving of salmon sushi. “Tres bien, merci.” I complete my meal.
I purchase Corn Flakes from Monoprix, fresh cherries from across the street at Maison Marie, gelato at Amerino. Life in Paris is an adventure. My first day is complete. I go to bed at 1:30 AM. I’ll probably sleep until noon!
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