So it hit me. I was lying in a sand pit on my way to have a beer with somebody who worked (still and luckily) in New Media at Toad Hall; when I realized something about the recent French vs. USA issue.
I walked through Macdougal street down towards Houston and there were all these orange-red-white-n-blue balloons. Behind the road closed barrier I noticed a large further inspection showed a number of champagne bottles on and then it happened: I was playing in the sand… well in fact everyone else around me was I was just lying there being jeered at. It transpired that I had stepped on a boule. There was a Petanque championship going on around me and I had upset play in one of the quarter finals.
All was resolved luckily when I fled the scene. As I quaffed a Stella (which is almost French) waiting for my contact to turn up I thought about New York’s great love affair of France. Of course there’s the lady with the big light in the harbor, there are thousands of French cafes and restaurants – and if you go to others, you’ll find French offerings on the menu – and the city is packed with the little grenouille. Thousands of them – I saw them all at the Gotan project remember. They don’t seem to have been put off by Mr Bush.
It’s an interesting feature of New York and an arresting one too. Despite what the politicians say there certainly is a love affair between New Yorkers and all things French and vice-versa. And it won’t take 200,000 men messing around in a big sand pit to change that!
Posted by Guy Brighton on July 14, 2003 at 07:21 PM
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