93. Le Verre a Pied, Rue Mouffetard, Paris
118 bis rue Mouffetard, 5th Arrondisement.
Yes, this is one of my photographs, and yes, that's my reflection in the mirror, the one wearing the fedora. I might be biased, but it's the best photograph I ever took, and if I can't include it in my own catalogue, then I'm taking my footy and going home.
For those who might be interested, there's a scene in the movie Amelie, where the character of Bretodeau answers a telephone call and finds the tin box containing his childhood treasures inexplicably in the booth. He weeps, and then goes into a bar and orders a cognac.
When you're a kid, time creeps slowly and then one day, you're fifty tears old. Whoosh!
And childhood, whatever's left of it, fits into a little rusty box.
This is that bar.
It's odd, but I have no recollection of anyone sitting beside me when I took this. |
