vivant
oui, we are certainly alive and well
today was memorable swell
off to cafe philo in st. germain to pontificate
“are images a language?” was the fiesty debate
hear ye the adage that a picture is worth a thousand words
and poetry is making images with words, chicken-egg diabolical turds
thereafter we went to restaurant “vivant”
after being turned away last night, we waited 30 minutes for bon goût want
it was well worth the wait
our tummies to satiate
the owner Pierre took pity on us, complimented with vognier from ardeche
it went well with coppa et lardo dash
foie gras mi-cuit, a la mode sudwest bash
accompanied by
bufalo fumé
later topped
by
the most
incroyable
zampone
whoa, whoa yaay
je t’aime paris
is more than i can say…
