MY fave restaurant in Paris. Right round the corner and about a minutes walk from the Place Vendôme,

Been there several times.

When you treat them with courtesy and respect, the waiters are wonderful.

One night the place was full, so me and my partner-in-crime sat outside at a table on the pavement. Being chatted up by a man (seeing two girls alone) who was bragging about his chateau, yacht, bank account etc.

We were rescued by the manager who gave us a table for TWO upstairs. Never had a single BAD meal/BAD vibe there :o)

By the by and whatever – César de Vendôme and his brother Alexandre are minor/major characters in my novel.

P.S. A little known fact amongst Non-Writers – ALL REAL writers write through something outside of themselves. They can rarely remember what they have actually written.

And when they go back and read. They Shout…What? I WROTE THAT?

I’ve just had one of those moments. I wrote the words in the image above?

~COOL :o)