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photo, the living room at grace's The living room on Saturday, and some of us.

Later on Grace tried to clue me in. But it was like a big party by that time, folks introducing themselves to each other – giving brief bios and vying for longest residency – bragging – but it was all very relaxed and quite strange too, and they drank the drinks and ate the snacks and the yak–level increased as if it were a fête.

Which it was. A few people would say, "I've been here 22 years and I'm going to Béziers in the morning." Sort of beginning of August. We were late getting out of town. Good to have a last drink and a chat before getting on the train. "See you in September!"

And I thought it was an art exhibition. It was, and no doubt about it. If anybody introduced all the artists at once and pointed at their respective walls or rooms, I must have been in the kitchen. Guests, if that is what they were, gathered there to fish ice cubes out of a bucket and top up plastic cups with wine, and I even found some orange juice. Some got hung up in the kitchen eating pistachios for hours.

Chez Grace – More, Again

Saturday:– The sky was Riviera–grade and the thermometre was flirting with 30 degrees and I was wondering how many would be complaining about the heat at Grace's. Maybe they were people who never leave town because it is never supposed to get hot.

Whatever the reason I returned to Abbesses in Montmartre. On Wednesday I mishandled the camera somehow, so its focus was off. I was going to try and make it better. That's my excuse. Plus, Grace phoned and said there would be more orange juice. There were a lot of new pistachios too.

Some folks brought wine, including some younger French dudes who came in with a big bottle that evaporated fast. One of them told one of the artists more than anybody wanted to know about Carcassonne. "It's got ramparts!" But it was cool. One fellow with a tiny camera experimented with taking pictures left–handed, from above or from below, on the side and backwards. He said some might show something.

A cute Italian lady named Elena Rossini pointed a serious video camera at us and the paintings, and many others had little digital cameras in hand, and there were flashes. The windows were open above the café terraces on Abbesses below and the few smokers shared the lone ashtray with the pistachio fiends.

There were some kids too, maybe some small dogs. Before sundown there must have been about 30 there, and Grace attempted to call our attention to the purpose of the meeting, this gathering – and pointed out that there was a receptacle for cash donations – too right! If you aren't buying a painting, you should put in a couple of Euros for the wine and nuts. Is that not right?

photo, matt's bottles, my orange juice My orange juice, Matt's bottles.

In an attempt to get a different angle, more arty, I got on the floor to shoot a photo. While there a least four others blasted their cameras at me. Which of us were the most silly? Matt wanted a photo of himself in the hall, for Utube or FaceBook. We shot the hell out of the mirrors in a corner. One picture showed four Matts, all underexposed. You would have thought we were drinking.

Saying goodbye to Grace felt like it was getting to be a habit. Matt and I went down the stairs with some other guests and in the dark displayed familiarity with Paris by finding the out button without tearing the place apart. On the street a last chat, and then Matt tried to sell me the idea of riding back to Montparnasse: on his Vespa.

Some of the Cast

No introduction needed, just throw - Grace Teshima at Google,
Linda McCluskey, artist,
Trish Nickell, artist,
Barbara Navarro, artist,
Matthew Rose, artist,
Robert Ogle, photographer,
Patricia Laplante–Collins, hostess of Paris Soirées two times a week,
Elena Rossini, with the video camera,
Chiaki Matsumoto, peniche vacation consultant,
plus Lionel of the Swan Bar, featuring jazz in Montparnasse,
and about a hundred other new best friends, art lovers, and by no means least, Café Metropole Club member Mark Kritz, Montmartre resident.

A bientôt à Paris
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