  2-26-04 23H 00 There’s a secondary crowd cycling in now. The say Parisians don’t get going until 11pm. So here it is! Only two tables left. Je suis l’anglais seulement. I feel like such an observer, taking notes on society.
It’s already later than I’ve been up all week. C’est bon! This whole experience is cathartic, in a way. The guy at the next table is testing his cell phone rings. First a bird chirping and now bag pipe tunes. Hilarious.
I think the couple next to him is German. The waiter is using English as a medium language and we’re all just getting by. &nbsp; Did I mention that the Lux Bar is mentioned in my book on Paris? Another passerby is subjected to cat calls, en Francais. &nbsp; Those are definitely German cigarettes. I could start so easily on those sons o’whores.
But, I won’t. Remember Chernobyl!? &nbsp; Editor’s Note: He’s really drunk now. &nbsp; Another couple lured from the sidewalk with cat calls from the gallery. Wish I had my camera… 
