After spending the morning procrastinating I got out and strolled about. Its Saturday and its busy .... I still don’t know the etiquette for strolling. Perhaps Le Marais on a Saturday after lunch isn’t the best time to learn but I try.. I follow a couple and study how they weave or don’t, only the tourists are giving way. There is a Parisian slow dance going on and I don’t know the steps, they are strong in their movements and are determined to keep their line. Stay right and keep your pace..a little slower than your used to. Theres no rush but your not window shopping (licking the windows is what the french say which turns my stomach a little but I do understand the feeling). and in saying that I need to grab some food knowing that tomorrow, Sunday, it’ll be harder to find open stores..
I walk into the local monoprix (which is a little further down the road but they have a wine cave!) and watch the people browse I really need some different vegetables so I peruse too. I cant think of anything I feel like so I grab some cauliflower and some extra cheese, Ill grab a baguette from my usual on the way back and watch them squirm as I ask them for a baguette traditional which they won an award for five years ago (its on the window!)
I gave the woman 1 euro today she gave me her eyes first and replied today mercy madame bon soir and (something something..arrgghhh its why its so hard not to understand).. She sits all day and night, shine or rain. I wonder to myself if she’d like one of my stylish tarpaulins..I will leave her one. she doesn’t know, I need her too.
I then walk past a woman in a leopard jumpsuit and amazing blonded curls that are wild but kept. She try’s to open the door before mine and I just know she’s looking for the cité.. Sure enough she’s in the courtyard and looking lost! I ask her if she need some kind of help although I may have asked her what time does she need help!! Either way the open studio she was after I didn’t know about and I now see a note on the entry saying that my neighbour in the Max Ernst studio is having an open studio in 2 hours. She wanted to see my apartment so of course I said yes ( she had attempted to get a residency here twice and is still trying) I was disappointed that I had taken all my work down to play this evening so she walked in to see my shit beacon not calling to anyone in the daylight and a clean space ..She was visibly disappointed (disgusted with my lack of painted canvases.) “See you later next door “and with that voila she had disappeared.. now play and wine..
I grab the tissue paper doona that I’d painstakingly made under the assumption of art play and folded it and realised it was a giant tutu (or wedding dress ..theres been talking, a lot, about weddings with T and O….just to clarify)). I could make an evening dress and swan into the open studio next door..I wont.
..I remember …. the stairs of the now, the rat palace it used to be my old ballet school and stealing point shoes before a lesson.. there was a basket of old ballet shoes you could buy so I found my size and slid them into my beige crinoline bag.. I borrowed them.! I remember telling mum the teacher had lent them to me.. a total lie.. i remember trying to tip toe and it hurt like hell ..i realised i hadn’t got to the appropriate level and delivered them back next lesson……….
went to the open studio next door and met the neighbours..
and now I play again…farrk i like it.. which is strange for me…a shout out to the other studios ..i hope they like it ..rear window, the windows!