Last Time I Was In Paris

Last Time I was in Paris Fine rain, open umbrella sit on the balcony of a hotel overlooking Haussmann – Saint Lazare. A throng of people, but something has changed, people drink Starbuck coffee and eat burgers on the hoof. Old restaurants are closing or converted to fast-food joints. I sigh and drink from a bottle of Bordeaux to avoid getting rainwater in my wine, Jesus made wine out of water, no need to reverse it. This place together with rue d’Amsterdam used to be where the posh people lived and now, safe for the ruddy scrap yard tower, this could have been downtown Chicago with fewer handguns.