Paris in the Pink
- 6 Nov 07, 03:24 PM
I can definitely tell you that Paris in the past week has definitely been 'la vie en rose' in every way. The good weather has meant beautiful late afternoon, rosy red sunsets, painting a perfect backdrop for the city's grand buildings and iconic monuments.
We also went to see the amazing Pink Martini in the aforementioned art deco splendour of Le Grand Rex and, naturally, they were wonderful. If you don't know them already, I'd say they're almost impossible to categorise - it's world music meets latin, jazz and classical. Here are a dozen outstandingly accomplished musicians who can play in just about any style, fronted by singer China Forbes who can sing in pretty much any language - and did, from japanese to Italian, French, Portuguese and even Turkish. The one song of theirs that brought the house down you might well know from the old tv ads for the Citroen Picasso car - "je ne veux pas travailler...." Listen out for it, or better still buy the album 'Sympathique' or the latest one 'Hey Eugene'. They're great for parties around the festive season, and let's be honest, there are only so many times you can listen to the Phil Spector Christmas Album.
My bit of serious luxury this trip, in a very living beyond one's means kind of way, was an evening spent downing a variety of seemingly innocuous but ultimately very intoxicating cocktails in the cosy and deceptively expensive surroundings of the Hemingway Bar in the Ritz Hotel. As the name suggests it's a shrine to the legendary American writer, appropriate for a man known almost as well for his boozing as his books. I'm quite certain he would have approved of our actions as we threw caution to the wind and got stuck into the 'Ritzinis' - some mix of vodka, gin, ginger and a few other things it's probably best not to think about. We also felt terribly glamorous leaving the hotel by the same exit as Dodi and Di, but the paparazzi must have been busy somewhere else that night and, fortunately for us, we were getting the metro home.
Of course the down side to all this living it up will be revealed in glorious technicolour when I get back home tomorrow and find that my bank account has deepend from rose tinted to crimsonred. But what the heck! Ce'st la vie as they say in Paris!
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