Rocking it.

Had a superb evening with Dan (a filmmaker), Stephanie (screenplay translator, production), Enrico (experimental filmmaker) and Christiane. Pretended to be a filmmaker in order to fit in. Everyone else spoke four languages; I felt like a total ass.

Apparently, I might meet up with another old acquaintance: Bruno. He's the original champagne-flute-and-blunt-wielding internet entrepreneur. He broke the mold. Does one say "they broke the mold" or "he broke the mold?"

The food was Columbian and fantastic. It turns out that there is a pocket of excellent restaurants in my backyard. Now I know where to take my guests. I've enjoyed eating out, but last night was my first truly memorable experience.

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I might go to the Picasso Museo today with Will. The thing about Parisian museums is that they (like every other museum, ever) forbid flash photography. But everyone ignores the rule and no one enforces it. French museums have no security guards. To stand in a room full of god-given treasure while a flash erupts every 2-3 seconds is to watch history being destroyed by nabobs. It feels terrible.

All Parisian bars look identical... its the opposite of a chain: identical "branding" (as it were), local ownership.