Remember when cameras posted the date in the corner? Remember how nobody knew how to change the date when it was wrong? Remember that time I went to France and as a result of a camera debacle was forced to use one of these contraptions with the constantly wrong date, while eating the greatest ice cream of my lifetime?
I do. But mainly because it was two days ago.
I have been trolling a different set of streets for the past few days. Less freeway, more fromage.
I have been here:
I stood in the long shadow of the Eiffel Tower in the middle of a GreenGrassBlueSky day, and realized I was hungry.
In L.A. when this happens, I usually track down a food truck and have at it. But on this day, in Paris, I sought out a very specific cassoulet that I had read about. It takes two days to make, and you eat it at a table blessed with red and white cloth napkins that make you feel like a real live girl. A lady, even.
Los Angeles means traffic, and heat. Exit ramps, and air conditioning. Paris sidewalks mean fish and flowers.
And sidewalk mirrors meant for quick and easy hot pink lipstick re-application. Or meant for the garbage man to pick up, but I got there first and so he can find his own damn sidewalk lipstick mirror.
So I saw Notre Dame.
There. Now you did too.
But then I ate the best ice cream I have ever had in my life. Salty-sweet butter caramel ice cream a block away. In a lovely glass dish, with a heavy real-deal spoon. My family asked for a taste. I politely declined.
And then demanded to sample theirs. It was Cassis flavored and I couldn't bear not to. I put on my pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease face.
Could I probably crop out the date? Yes. Maybe. But Paris has made me feel like such a lady-eating with real silverware, sitting down, using cloth napkins, taking my time, letting each moment take its time to tick.
And historically, technology makes me feel like a hotheaded profanity spewing maniac. And so I will leave that girl in L.A.
And hold on to this girl for as long as I can.
She can still find a food truck, even in Paris-so all is not lost.
The inaccurate date stays. I am too calm to mess this up.