Gay Paris

While the item in the picture may look like a finely shaped poo, I assure that you that it was two delicious flavours of ice cream sculpted into a a flower. This sweet chocolate rose was the nightcap on an evening out in a lively area of Paris with one of my friends in town.

It appeared as thought I was going to miss out on having a meal out with a local in Paris, but thanks to an unfortunate travel arrangement I was stuck in town and managed to duck out for dinner, a bottle of wine, and ice cream. We headed to Rue des Lombards, a lively and lovely strip of gay and lesbian bars near Centre Pompidou. We settled on a crowed tapas place and played a long game of catch up over a large meal, and a bottle of wine that felt too small in the end.

I suppose what you expect to find in a place is what you end up finding, and dinner that evening was no different. I felt surrounded by young couples in love, people smoking hand rolled cigarettes, and beautiful food. Maybe that’s really how Paris is, but every time I’m there I feel like I wander into that same stereotypical dream of cheerful “bonjours” and life lived with time to smile and smell (or eat) the flowers.