Tour Diary - Day Ten
Awoken by jackhammers and children singing. It’s the Parisian way.
After my battery of shoulder exercises, Katie and I wandered out for breakfast. People all over the world try to imitate what’s done in French bakeries and cafés, but you can’t beat the real thing, especially when it’s fresh. This city will turn anyone into a snob. I can’t believe I haven’t eaten a bowl of cereal in two weeks.
Surprisingly, my body is still pain free. I’ve lost a few pounds from all the exercise I’m getting on stage every night. I’m looking good. Tight. Rather ripped.
Made a stop at my favorite/secret pharmacy and loaded up on my beloved Parisian cotton swabs. I'm always sure to buy a year’s worth when I’m here. It’s the one way I allow myself to live like a king.
Went to the Orsay museum to see an exhibit of works inspired directly or indirectly by the Marquis de Sade. It was one of the weirdest, darkest, most amazing exhibits I’ve ever seen. I bought the book. It weighs a ton. I’ll be lugging this bible of perverse art around for the rest of the tour. Check out the (very French) promo the museum put together for the show (be warned, this is extremely Not Safe For Work):
Stopped by Serge Gainsbourg’s house to say hello to his ghost. The air smelled like sex and cigarettes.
As is the case with cotton swabs, there’s only one place I buy jeans, which is also in Paris. And what I love about this place is that when you bring in an old pair made by the company, you get a discount on a new pair - a BIG discount! So I took off my jeans, wrote my initials on the pocket and walked out wearing a new pair. The shop will be selling the pair of jeans I’ve been wearing for the last two years, if you want them. Rue Madame.
After the Sade show and then the new jeans, I’ve never felt so simultaneously dirty and fresh.
Then I ate Japanese food. It’s different here in France. Not like what I’m used to back at home. Probably not much like how they do it in Japan either. But I love it. French Japanese food is one of my favorite things. I asked if they would make me a customized meal that wasn’t on the menu and they did. So good.
When I got back to my hotel room, fell heavy on my bed, having spent the day walking all over Paris. When I did, I hit my head on the wall. I found, to my surprise, that the wall is padded. This discovery sent my imagination spiralling into a Kafkaesque nightmare-daydream. What if I’ve unwittingly locked myself into an experimental psychiatric clinic?! What’s going to happen to me if/when I fall asleep?! Will I ever get out of here?!
One more day is Paris (if I’m lucky) before heading to Edinburgh.
“I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on earth. Then I ask myself the same question.” - Harun Yahya