{"id":493,"date":"2011-10-21T10:08:00","date_gmt":"2011-10-21T10:08:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/elitemporaryblog.wordpress.com\/2011\/10\/21\/october-15"},"modified":"2015-12-24T17:06:44","modified_gmt":"2015-12-24T22:06:44","slug":"october-15","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/orangette.net\/2011\/10\/october-15\/","title":{"rendered":"October 15"},"content":{"rendered":"
Hi, friends.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m in Paris now.<\/p>\n
I know I just typed that as though it were nothing, but what I meant was: I\u2019M IN PARIS NOW! That sentence should always be written in all caps, with an exclamation point.<\/p>\n
I took the train down from London on Wednesday, and I\u2019ve been staying with a friend. From where I\u2019m sitting on the pullout sofa in her living room, I can hear a moped in the square outside and Night Moves<\/a><\/span> on the stereo in the kitchen. She and her husband are sitting in there, at the counter. He\u2019s doing a crossword puzzle, tapping his fingers in time. They\u2019ve been good to me.<\/p>\n I shot a whole roll of film in twenty minutes yesterday morning! I\u2019m an animal. Who knows what today holds.<\/p>\n These shots, however, are from London. Apologies for any confusion. I still have a lot to show you from London. I don\u2019t know when or where I\u2019ll be able to get my Paris rolls developed, or any of the rolls I shoot from here on out. I guess we\u2019ll stay in London for now.<\/p>\n This was October 15, a Saturday. We began at St. John Bakery<\/a>, under the railway arches on Druid Street. I guess it\u2019s part of the market that has sprung up along Maltby Street<\/a>, but it\u2019s technically on the Druid Street side, under arch #72. If you go, do as Brian<\/a> taught me: get the custard doughnut. (That\u2019s what you see in the second photo, above.) Then go around the corner to Monmouth<\/a>, get a filter coffee, and if it\u2019s not raining, sit on a folding chair outside to eat. Don\u2019t forget a napkin. These are messy doughnuts. More to the point: sexy doughnuts. I wanted to get a room with mine.<\/p>\n (Brian had a doughnut filled with blackberry jam. I didn\u2019t taste it, but he said it was great. Still, get the custard.)<\/p>\n Later, an afternoon at the Drapers Arms<\/a>.<\/p>\n I had a Camden Hells<\/a> and my first pickled egg and crisps.<\/p>\n My friend Christophe showed me how to do it. He opened a bag of salt-and-vinegar crisps (known to us Americans as chips<\/span>), dropped the egg inside, and shook the bag. The egg was now covered in crumbs and vinegary salt. Not bad. Not bad at all.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n
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