Today I should left Paris and did movement to Rennes from there I would be visit Le Mont-Saint-Michel in the next day. Two days of attempts to buy a ticket by Internet and visiting of Gare de Lyon where I passed on must writing of telephone number, which I haven’t and I still prefer pigeons. I would like to buy the ticket with using of human contact. A receptionist of that day said that actually I should discover an office with people there. I asked about Gare Montparnasse from where go trains to the West. The receptionist told about location of it’s office. I went to there after breakfast.
I couldn’t buy through Internet due to SMS-message with code of confirmation, which was sent on cellphone and, as you guess, it wasn’t mine. I returned to my hotel, which was nearby of Louvre. In doing of booking of hotel I got that what happens with spontaneous journey – no normal hotel and nearest all right are far away from a city. I knew that no train to Le Mont-Saint-Michel. I started to check Caen on hotel and trains… I should cancel it. Visit of Le Mont-Saint-Michel would be possible with a car whereas I haven’t a driving license and I still prefer the carriages, but I haven’t it now (and actually never before.).
I returned to Gare Montparnasse and entered in a little queue, because I hadn’t it when I bought the ticket. Conversation with a black worker gave me a new revelation – their funny English dialect, which they use – they only understand. I said that I want to “cancel” – this man didn’t get on what I was talking about. Dozen seconds of antonyms brought to enlightenment for that negro who said that I want to “kencel”. He gave me a paper for calling to one of ten desks, which had only three working… and this for so many people and their serviced of every of them for around of fifteen minutes. And the calling was for all type of operations. I knew that France isn’t civilized about controlling of queues. And I’ll tell you, I see many wonderful people as well as I have feeling that quantity of azzolles increased since my visit seven years ago. I didn’t see before that a car began to take a bigger speed by seeing a pedestrian who legally crossing the street. And I see that a lot of them are white people. Age of Terror requires or just beating for giving of reality. Anyway, fifty minutes of awaiting. To that time added more people for desks and I was called without a chair for sitting and in doing of conversation I learnt that this white Frenchman knows only “kencel”. I was thinking on Jacques Clouseau and “ryom”.
After that I should leave Paris and whole France. The ticket was cancelled, but more fifty minutes of waiting for “kencel” of just that is why this world will go down. I could cure myself by drinking in Le Procope, probably the oldest brasserie in France. It was based in 1686. Maybe there appeared a legend with Benjamin Franklin whom in asking about state of The War for Independence answered “Ah! It'll be fine!” And by that appeared a famous revolution song “Ah! Ca Ira!” It wasn't easy to find a good brasserie. One of them had a picture of half of big potato. Bavarian should be was hired. I was searching and watched on using of modern approach in cooking for make look beautiful instead balance and harmony. I saw disgusting. A cheeseburger from brasserie since 1908 and other one place, which since 1904, offered a homemade cheeseburger. That's invasion of bad taste. I went to Le Procope, because it looked classical about food. I don’t visit restaurants just because they old. I was in Sobrino de Botin in Madrid, which recorded in Guinness book for that it never closed since 1725 and even didn’t in COVID, but it’s about quality. Honestly, I was there after France and I didn’t see unique and individual in their classic young pork and lamb.
A maître d’ was classic with beard and figure, but ordering pastry of vol-au-vent da volaille (I was useless to pronounce it and exposed my accent.) and asking about goodness to use a red wine, the maître d’ couldn’t give a correct answer and I got doubt about his Frenchman. I ordered it with 2014 Cru Bourgeois Chateau Le Bordeau Vertehuil Haute-Medoc. Later I saw column of “historic dishes” and I saw traditional coq au vin “ivre de Julienas”. I went to the maître d’ to whom expressed mine change of mind with my became hopeless French in pronouncing this dish.
I said wine is good to a waiter when I tasted it, but it’s was like mixture. However, it was getting better in saturating. It has good combination in sniffing and goes all right with coq au vin, but it’s not of the finest wines. And I add that pot of my dish with coq au vin wasn’t the best chicken I ever had. Good combination and balance, but I immediately got that dish, which must be was cooked long before and nobody ordered it. Sauce is all right and nothing up. I never cooked, but I think it could be better cooked. I thought coq au vin is little for a bottle of wine and I ordered dish of cheese, which, as writes menu, are holding in cellars. The maître d’ and the waiter couldn’t understand “cheese’ word, but I will honest in this time – my accent was wild. I try to rid from it and sounds cool when I alone, but I lose in people. I asked the menu to where I indicated on what I want. Twelve euros for pieces of bread with raisins, which I soaked in sauce of coq au vin, arugula, as I presumed, but have a good ingredient in that it was in olive oil and three cheeses, which two of them reminded of what I can buy in a shop. Camembert was incredible good and it was excellent to have with rest of wine. It was melting and I believed in this time that it’s from cellar. That dinner cost just 81,50 euros and I also left collected for these days coins. I discovered one eurocent in a pocket when the second maître d’ was walking for my a coat and I put a metal thing on a dish for coins.
I had on a pair on a right where male, as I knew, from Pakistan and his lady from Turkey when they live in Texas. Pakistani expressed happiness to beef cheeks. On the left was dame from Los Angeles with whom I talked on California. I sat in this brasserie and under wine influence I understood that I belong to here. Even I saw dislike, but France is France.
I had interesting conversations and I looked on design and pictures of brasseries, which should be old for more hundred years. I knew from the worker that Prince visited it’s place somewhere ten years ago while no information about other familiar people.
Tomorrow I will fly to Venice for couple of days. In this meantime, I’m trying to find a job in Poland whereas I don’t see anything romantic and I look about worst that I’ll come back to unlikeable place due to I’m early about become an absolutely free man, but, maybe, gotten power at least will for finishing of editing of my novella and my screenplay to Christmas.
