The show had just ended and we where hit with that high pitched wave of screaming unique to five-year-olds who are excited and having a good time. Once they cleared out I got to see where they made the clothing for the marionettes.
The hallways of the old building were covered with awards, photos and sketches. The theater's been there since the sixties. It was faded and lovely and a little bit creepy all at the same time.
I want to make one!
Afterwards we parked in downtown and stumbled upon an incredible French place called Noces du Figaro. Here's my Croque Madame with pomme frites. The bread basket had the biggest, most generous bowl of jelly for the bread. We ate like Hobbits.
It was like a fairyland. Annie bought us macarons. Mine was pistachio and delicious. Annie was adventurous and tried the lavender which tasted like bath salts to me.
If that wasn't enough splendor, afterwards we went to "The Last Bookstore" a massive, wonderful place with new and used books. I don't have a picture of it because I was too busy looking at everything. I bought a book about Ripley, of Ripley's Believe It or Not fame, for the hub, A Philip Pullman version of Grimm's Fairy Tales for me and for five bucks, Things to Make and Do, from 1912.
On the ride home, we ate our macarons and I got a chance to hear the latest cuts from Annie's new album. You can hear her beautiful voice here... http://annierue.com/and here... https://www.youtube.com/user/RUYGA001/videos
I will miss my friend as she goes on tour. When she returns we already have plans to go see the marionettes. I'll be saving my pennies for the bookstore.
Books hold most of the secrets of the world, most of the thoughts that men and women have had. And when you are reading a book, you and the author are alone together—just the two of you. ~ E.B. White