Paris Revisited - Part 2

So this is where I was staying in Paris.

It's a pretty ordinary street , but at the top of it (and right outside my window) stands proud the Odeon theater in all its glory.

Just across the road there's a cute little restaurant, run by two guys (also known as the one who can cook and the one who can get you the check). It's pretty surprising to see how one person can run the entire food side for the business (and find the time to take a smoking break every 10 minutes).

Last time I had dinner there I made a comment on an old Edith Piaf poster that was hanging there. Well what do you know - the guy told me in great detail how he actually got that signed poster. It has something to do with the guy who wrote her lyrics when she was very old and very ummm fragile (you know, like Judy garland... The gin and painkiller fragility). Well that lyric writing dude is also this guy's best mate. The rest of the details were lost on me - my French is pretty rusty at the best of times, let alone after a 15 hour flight and a bottle of red.
The restaurant at the bottom of the street is more of an institution. Been there for a 150 years or something and had every poor person in history dine under its roof. It ain't that cheap anymore and most people there are American tourists complaining about the small portions (the French would say that they are only small in relation to those Americans) but I guess after a 150 years,nobody really cares.

And right next door, is Hotel Stella. It sounds like a cheap brothel. It looks like a cheap brothel. I'm sure it once was a cheap brothel. But Hotel Stella, with the squeeky floorboards, the house cat and the grumpy lady at the office was where I used to stay in Paris when I was a poor (well, poorish) student.

There you have it. My Street in Paris.